zombie

escaped the giant idiot box to type this. 129 channels of soothing muck in home theatre stereo sound and perfect temperature controlled air. snuck away from the all seeing flatscreen to make a list that includes getting my younger dog married so he stops humping his father (who is guiltily enjoying it), regaining my driving feet, getting out of the house and meeting people again (now that i'm pretty much going to call this town home for the next 2 months). and ya, writing that phd proposal.

uh oh.... the history channel's starting a feature on tomb raiders (why do they - ? who were they - how did they -).. wendigo's gowing / gowwing / goooooone