Michael

Llew and I both like him.
We have tons in common ~ Mars, Paganism, Triskeles, tattoos, flying, humour, and even a silken-thread attachment to the SCA, not to mention a complete lack of inhibition.
He shows the promise of being a very good friend indeed.
I am well-pleased.

15 Minutes of Fame

I got a call at lunchtime from a chick named Jennifer. She was calling on behalf of Saturn and wants me to be in one of their commercials. I'm supposed to call her back and let her know if I can come in on Friday or Saturday to do my gig. Oddly, she said all she needed was 15 minutes of my time.

So Saturn is a cult, right? And now they're wanting me to be in one of their commercials. Does this mean I'm bearing witness for them? Will I be testifying? Can a woman technically ever truly testify since she has no testicles? I guess I could drag Llew along and grab onto him as I throw down on the Gospel of Saturn. He could then do his Little Richard impersonation in the background as I preach the good word.

Should I even do this?

Stick a Fork in Me

I'm done.

Had to cut the grass today. It wasn't as bad as last week 'cos it was still short enough to manage and the temps were about 10 degrees lower with a wind and low humidity.

Still, the lawn kicked my ass.