My last wisdom tooth is coming through. I am thus consuming painkilers and anaesthetics in order to numb the bastard thing long enough for the errant spur of calcium to pierce the flesh in all it's glory. At which point, my friendly dentist is going to go in and rip that fucker out. Hopefully without breaking my jaw in the process (vide what happened last Summer when I had the other three done... abnormally long, hooked roots are Not A Good Thing™), but whatever it takes.
etherlad has suggested that the people who help run WolfSpoor put together bios. I've spent the past two hours trying to come up with one that's at least vaguely serious, but the high weirdness kick I've been on has me claiming to be a causal engineer from the future, writing high concept random shit and helping out with WolfSpoor to arrange causality so that the noosphere isn't destroyed in 2342 by the astro-gods from beyond the fifth firmament. I shit you not, that was one of the more normal ones. Given how business-like Ian's reads, I think my own may take some time...All of this, of course, is my way of covering my arse and writing something so I don't get too bored and worried about not doing anything this evening. Hah.
