The red hour approaches!

Score!

Headed (wsh?) to three days of drinking practice. :)

Prelube for the weekend to come. (in the glass: the Chocolate Thunder collaboration)

That’s gonna leave a mark:

Keepin’ it klassy, with a K: an oxygen thief who writes for the New York Slimes vomits onto Twatter, deletes it when called on it…too bad for him the Internet is forever.

From the land of the $100 trillion banknote…who didn’t see this coming from a mile away?

(That $100 trillion banknote, BTW, is now worth absolutely nothing. I paid a few dollars for one a few years ago, just for shits and grins. It’s on my desk at work, in a frame, with a 1-gram silver round as a counterexample of money that corrupt governments (and isn’t that really all of them?) can’t inflate into worthlessness.)

Upcoming events and how far out they are…regos for Parker haven’t opened yet, so it’s not yet on the countdown.