There we were, answering questions, seducing newcomers, cracking jokes and showing Achmed the Dead Terrorist to some oblivious members of staff.

Great time, great stuff, and my knees are hurting again, since it's been a while from the last time I had to stand on my legs for so long.


March is the month of cats. They purr, dance and meow meow meow.

And we hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire time
And our earth moves beneath
Our own dream landscape :)

A sort of homecoming, for sure :)