caliban, discovered that he will not be making it up here for the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival this year. Between plane ticket prices and some things that must be done, it's just not happening. That sucks, because I look forward to the festival with great anticipation every year, and part of that reason is my yearly visit from my favourite jester. Ah well, guess it'll just be little ol' me. Say hi if ya see me, all by my lonesome.Interesting moment today: my all-male fishtank (doncha wanna add the word "revue" after that?) suddenly sprouted eggs. Yep, looks like a gotta filly-fish in there. Not really sure what I wanna do. Could be fun to watch. And hey, I can always commit ichthyogenocide if it gets out of hand.
Dinner's almost ready, and I have an an interesting-looking flick to accompany it. Two characters on CoH are higher levels, and that's good. My Dad might visit next week, which would be nifty. See, there's still good things around.
