Why I wish Windlight worked on my difference engine.

Come to the Steelhead town meeting Tuesday evenings at 7:00 pm SLT, meet the neighbors, and see the map - just do NOT fall asleep in the meeting.

Having run afoul of a lawman, the exercise begins again.

Less poetry, more runnning...

I have a psychologically-based allergy to raspberries.

My brother means the world to me, though he has in the past been a cad.

Though my mother was not a hamster, my father did occasionnally smell of elderberries when they were in season.

My out-world agent is a horrendous woman that occasionally cackles evilly at my questions.

I enjoy chai, though I have not yet found it in Caledon, as I was introduced to the drink by my first employer's cook and sherpa.

I have had voice training, but it has been all for naught, which is why it is highly unlikely I will ever use voice chat.

I am inordinately fond of ginger mead, yet have not had the greatest luck in producing a consitent product.

I have a sister.

There, that is done! Now I have to cast futher afield - I tag Dr Oolon Sputnik, Roy Smashcan, Starlight Vandeverre, Gnarlihotep Abel, and ANYONE ELSE who has not posted to their journal in the past thirty days.