Home Safe, from DC. Sleeping now.

Long talks with mech_angel, in the car. Deeper thoughts on said, to follow. For now, a question, again:

When you say you want something, do you really want it, or do you just think you want it?

Good night.

{Also, call me tomorrow, anyone who wants to. I want to meet, this weekend, and see a lot of people, before the new year starts.}

Dreams of a RAilroad of Presence.

A railroad that, with it, brought ideals of the religion and purpose of the people near it; that was those things, made iron and steel, by years and eons of travel.

Inside it was a train museum and station.

I have to go run salt water through my sinuses.

That's funny stuff.

Do not go into the wolven. Stop where you are. Turn away from it. Don't even look at it.

Which movie was this quote from?

Get your own quotes:

Off to take lord_of_smoking to work.

Seriously, people, call me. Or I'll call You.

Party over there!

There is a parrty at the house of damnedsaint and scamort. This is a New Year's party.

Do you like insanity? Mostly your own and that of other people?

Do you like alcohol? Almost entirely your own?

Potential Nudity? To be determined?

Then head on over to damnedsaint and scamort's House of Fun Good Time New Year's Party Emporium!

You'll find chills, spills, thrills and fills, all at reasonable prices!

"But," I hear you shouting, "wolven! I don't know how to get to damnedsaint and scamort's House of Fun Good Time New Year's Party Emporium! Won't you PLEASE help me?!"

You're God Damned Right I Will. You know how to get to my house, don't you? Well then you're mostly there.

E-Mail, call, write, or semaphore, and we will Get You There.

THIS. IS. NOT. A. DRILL.