You find the damndest things here in the Vault: Yer Bunche unearths the long-forgotten skull and spinal array of a fallen enemy that served quite well as an implement for copious drinking.
Now that I'm once more "funemployed," I intend to take a few days off before launching full-bore into the job search. It'll be nice to unwind and rinse the effluvium of the design 'ho house out of my kinky hair, and while dong that I don't know how regularly I'll be posting during the next week or so. Don't worry, dear Vaulties, I'm fine — quite happy, in fact — but now that I'm no longer behind a desk at a job where I had little or no work coming in for the past couple of months, I want to take the time to stop and smell the roses (thus aggravating my allergies), enjoy the gorgeous weather while it lasts, and get the contents of my living space sorted enough so I can set up a decent work station for my MacBook. Whatever the case, it's all good and I'm psyched to move on to bigger and better things, hopefully actually making a proper living by freelancing and writing on subjects I actually care about and not coming up with the "philosophy" found on the hang tags for Paris Hilton's line of tweener whore-wear.
Wish me good fortune and stay tuned.