Spinner called. He's in a hotel New Mexico, relaxin' in a jacuzzi to fight off the pain of the road. Startin' to ride at night to keep the heat from killing him. Also, armed and dangerous.

In more personal news...

...while I was out last night hangin' with the peeps, a skunk not only wandered into the house (a rare occurance), but apprently decided to wander into my room and hang out under my bed. I didn't have any idea it was there until it tried to leave. I, of course, decided to abandon my room and wait for it to get the hell out. After using dry catfood to lure it out, I opened both the front and back doors, kept the cat away, and watched Taxicab Confessions 1,638. Eventually, it left through the front door.

Yeah, so that happened.

Elsewhere, been re-reading some old comic books I own (X-Men, Avengers, Alpha Flight) and some new ones I've borrowed (Thunderbolts). Wish I had the cash to get back into comics--I'd go crazy buying back issues to start, lemme tell ya.

Also, dug up my (Two) Minute Mysteries books. Have discovered I remember a good portion of the solutions, but some of that shit is unreasonable for the average person to know. :)

And finally, Schippewreck's package arrived today, so I finally get to check out The Inside and ECW: One Night Stand. Woohoo!