Log

Our log is neither daily, weekly, nor monthly by design. It is a every-time-we-jack-in-and-actually-have-something-new-written log.

Letter from a concerned friend, Gray

It seems like its been a week or so since you last updated your webpage... what's up? Nothing happening? Or were you tricked and then trapped by aged confederate soldiers who kept you in their tumbledown cellar fattening you up in order to eat yah? Or were you bitten by radioactive spiders giving you new and strange powers as well as a lousy sense of direction, unable to tell where you're heading with your eight directional eyes? Did Mark eat too much of his 'fastfood firsts' have an alergic reaction, turning purple and swelling up and being mistakenly rolled away by singing Umpalumpas?

What's going on?

 

Back to Log!