Oh and on a side note…

ME: Well, what is it Lft. Sebastion?
LFT: Its the womb, ma’am. It’s here.
ME: Good god, man. Does it want…tea?
LFT: I rather think not.
ME: Well, what does it want?
LFT: I don’t know. But, its got a flag.
ME: …well, that’s dashed cunning of it.

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Went out with a friend for drinks and wings last night to a little hole in the wall bar. It has what are, quite possibly, the best wings in Austin. I, of course, gorged myself and had 4.

If there is one thing that I think I truly despise about the gastric bypass surgery its that I cannot be the hedonist that I once was.
“Ooh, try this with this sauce and drink combination!”
“How about this? What if I took this wing and this sauce and had some of this cheese…”

Etc., etc.
Of course, this is probably intended by the surgeons. You *cannot* really overeat anymore. The whole purpose of the surgery is to teach you a new attitude about food and its purpose. Eat to fuel, blah, blah, blah.

But that’s not what I wanted to talk about.

In talking to my friend last night, we determined that the Austin area has lost its collective mind. More so than usual, I mean. And it seems to all be directed into the dual arenas of relationships and communication. Alot of people that we know are having issues with their SO. For some, its a long term issue that has chosen right now to come to a head. For others, its the fight that ends the relationship suddenly and without warning. I can think of at least three other people who are experiencing this weirdness in their relationships.

There is, of course, only one explanation.

Yes, that’s right. Some costumed villain has been adding crazy chemicals to the water supply again. Probably some guy with a pasty face, a taunt smile and green hair. But, I have full confidence that some local hero is going to rise to the occasion, don some gray tights and go forth to kick his ass.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany time now.

Would be good.

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Well, then *you* guys come up with a reason. I’m tapped.

FoxMan: Yay for weirdos!
Mare: *dances around in weird joy*
FoxMan: *plays weird music*
Mare: *weirds the mp3 player out of your hand*
FoxMan: weird…the player is in my bag
Mare: Nope. I had it weirded.
FoxMan: wow
Mare: You might say, I’m wired for weirdness.
Mare: bwuhahahahaha!
FoxMan: I’m wired for gigE.
Mare: *blinks and misses the reference*
FoxMan: Gigabit ethernet…the ‘net works much better when you plug it into your skull %}
Mare: o.O
Mare: actually, that would be o.O<-~~~~:;data center
FoxMan: *laugh*