I've said it allw along: We're the fuckup.

From wacko1138: Modern humans, not Neandertals, may be evolutionary path's offshoot.

Many strange dreams about many strange things, endings and beginnings, reconcilliations and understandings. Escher houses of white and gold, grey and dark and red.

This is what happens when I read most of the last book of Promethea before bed...

"Woke up with "Come Find Yourself," by the Fun Lovin' Criminals, stuck in my head. It's still there, specifically the line "it's you, it's you, it's always been you, and it's always been in you."

Something else, in the dream, about crawling through the back of a Volkswagen, in an offshoot of the maze, past the pimp who was Samuel L Jackso, and Ultimate Nick Fury, and coming to a dock. Swimming to a shore, through reality, and taking acid, along the way. Making it back to find that Grant Morrison/Warren Ellis had left me a prestent, and it was designed to break me, mentally, as a point. It was a pair of handcuffs, and I remembered a little girls inquisitive desecration of a body she found with friends. Like pulling legs off of a dead roach. I begin to weep. There are other presents, around, and they are all for me, but they aren't mine. They all have different understandings attached, and mean different things.

Well. That's a fucked up remembrance.

Back later.

[I have more information on Ian's memorial services: 1) The family have requested that, in lieu of flowers, money be sent to the school. I would suggest you do both, if you can.

2) I have the address of the memorial service, and will send it out to those who request it.

That is all.]

Lea Hernandez could use a hand.

Horrible house fire. I know a lot of us don't have much money, right now, but let's do what we can, huh?

She gave us an awesome lot of stuff.

That's all, for now.