Short and sweet

Welcome to 2012. We survived the Mayan New Year party, despite the perils of the booze luge and the tall face painted maniac walking around with a hatchet.... oh wait, that was me. It turns out it was not really the booze, but the really acidic orange juice that nearly did me in the next day at brunch. All was well again the next day, and I danced in the new year with an incredibly strong Tarot reading. The dancing and talking and drinking was all great.

Work wise the week is pretty quiet, lots of turnover but no big problems. I may have gotten a handle on the tricky script that was vexing me last month.

Postal (our Fantasia movie) was unexpectedly hilarious in an awful way. Yes it was an Uwe Boll film, but not as odious as many of his past efforts.

I am one model away from finishing my army for the Conflict next week. That model may not arrive in time, fortunately I have a few alternates I can sub in.

Xmortis tonight! Good times are close at hand.