Your current reading? This.
Somewhere, there are scared tech guys who monitor internet usage who are flagging me as we speak. In my own defense, I ended up here following along with the Vancouver trial of Pickton, and despite the fact I'm pretty sure I'm doomed to about a week of nightmares, cannot get away.
*facepalm* I need to go be surrounded by puppies now or something.
I think my next item of business shall be to dredge up my still-boxed Star Wars action figures and set up a combat scene on the shelf in my office. Honestly, it's not like it'll be the oddest cubicle in the area.