OK, just a round of golf claps, Cranberry Vodka cocktails, and unnaturally-colored cookies for EVERYBODY. Haven’t heard from Von lately, but I figure that’s because she is in a coma of love and affection and perverted band names.
Special recognition goes out to Fenwick, who WENT FUCKING NUTS. Who knew a Zardoz was such a treasure trove of band names? Well, OK, we probably all knew that, but he went out and did the fucking documentation.
All in all, I freaked out myself. Not only did I manage to fix the Damn Empire when it inevitably turned pear-shaped, but when was the last time we all took a Zed over the 500 mark? OK, I admit that I don’t even remember the LAST Zardoz, let alone other milestones, but considering the state of the Bloggerhood these days, it was fricking awesome. During a meeting, my cellphone kept making blooping noises in the background, and I could barely keep from cracking up, knowing that I would have to spend thirty minutes after the meeting catching up….
But on to the Bad News. It is the onset of FIRST Robotics regional season, and as of Wednesday evening we are loaded into the U.S. Cellular Arena, so I will be kind of out of reach until Sunday or so. And then I might be in a slight coma. So this blog will be kind of actionless, unless someone keeps going on the VonFest. Be forewarned I will not be able to fix your comments. Not that I am predisposed to , because CommentFail is DAMN funny.At the end of the day, I hope Von recognized the affection that we were sending her way, and it helped and is helping her cope with a hard time. ESPECIALLY the kindnesses sent her way by people that had never encountered her before: Fenwick, OBS, Landru, anybody else I am forgetting…Zombie Props.So I will otherwise be busy with BIM work on this crap:Alla you take a well deserved bow, and to Von: buck up, lady. If mikey and I can weather this crap, you certainly can, cuz you are stronger than both of us put together.Flip side
—hey, who the hell ever predicted coming to the Zombie Joint for positivity and encouragement? Weirdness, which we can probably blame on the Riddled crew fucking around with Space and Time While Drunk.