Hic Sunt Dracones

While I work on my mojo, here’s an image of me (for your wallets).

This post will be written inside the 4:38 of Dandelion, by Audioslave. As it should be.

Well it’s 5:12AM, and I’ve spent the last three hours sitting at the Pancake Parlour (Lovely) having a good chat to Aesir about a project someone has hooked me up with. It may be my first “consulting” “gig,” I guess we’ll see. Rather exciting if it all goes ahead. We’ll see.

Yeah, so next week I start a new job.

Hurrah.

8:30-5:30 Monday to Friday.

Ergh.

I suspect I’ll die.

Seriously.

I bought shirts (three) and trou (one pair) today. And two ties.

I am very concerned. Ben has ordered me to stick it to myself. I’m pretty sure that I’ve all ready got that organised, see above.

G’night.

(Gosh, I’ve got a whole chorus and verse to go. Rock out.)

This GUY. Hell yeah.

This makes me both more, and less awesome than most people.

Either way, I’m cooler than her.

Chazz: The night is a very dark time for me.
Jimmy: It’s dark for everyone, moron!
Chazz: Not for Alaskans or dudes with night-vision goggles.

Stranz: Not only did we embarrass Marky Mark, we let down the funky bunch.

Personally, I’m still hanging out for a AT-AT, or maybe an Imperial Star Destroyer, but really. Behold, the Falcon. It all it’s NZ$1,000 Glory.

Someone buy me one?