Internet as messenger pigeon

Because I told my mother I'd give her this link: Hark! A Vagrant. They are all most wonderful but the one I mentioned specifically which we had a good chuckle over was Mythical Teens, which is the fifth strip down on the page. But check them all out! They are good times.

Cyberspace bachelor pad

MaryBorsellino.com! Check it out! It's by an Actual For Real website designer and a graphic artist and stuff! Woo! (Once again, I apologise to Beckah for the tentacle content.)

If you find a broken link, tell me, as I'm sure there are nine million of them lurking around in there still, even if I double-checked that I'd moved all the content over. Remember when I actually used to write things, you guys? Wasn't that cool? And interviewing bands! I remember that. It was great. I miss being 25 and clever and young and determined so terribly much. Now I am old and exhausted and no fun for anybody.

In other news, seeing Eclipse on Friday night reminded me how sad I am that there isn't lots and lots of Cullen orgy fic in the world.

I've seen many of my friends over the past couple of evenings and am reminded of how much I appreciate them and how entertaining they all are. I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I'm glad I did. People are great.