Sometimes I come on here without really thinking through what I'm going to say. Like, uh, noodles. Or chipmunk. Oh, boy, that time I just said chipmunk on here. That was crazy. Really crazy, like a mad scene.

Anyway, here's a picture of a cat.



Cool!

pfffft. though why bother? i wonder if anyone reads the site beyond me and flapjack. i could be more relentlessly self-promoting, but...

Anyway, hello from Goat Country. Out with my parents for the weekend, you know. To see the dogs. I am, yes aware that the contact and writing links are broked, not that anyone is reading, but you can't just shout into a void, you just can't.

Still working.

How's the site looking? Looking okay? Bit more like a site? Yeah, yeah. Still a bit broken, but certainly better than it was, no? And Mike? Disrespect my design skillz once more and.. and.. well, dire warnings...

You wouldn't believe just how badly I screwed up presents for Her birthday. Not only did i screw up my own, but by conspiring with her family I managed to make sure She received exactly squat from Her boyfriend, sister and parents. Way to go, Moth! Woo! Go me!

Honestly, I've never seen the game over screen as much... Metroid Prime is beating me like a red-headed stepchild. But I'll make it pay. I'll make them all pay.

I just wish I knew which parent to blame for these lousy migraine-ridden genes.

Hell is full. Can I use your bathroom?