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I missed the actual post by a few days I think, but happy 10,000 posts to me!

It's that time again where my brain tells me go to back and replay Dungeon Siege for the 500th time. Dungeon Siege, my fucking beloved. Maybe I should.

I am incredibly normal about Iron Lung.

I want to change my url, but I don't know what I'd change it to. The url I want is still taken by a "blog" with two spam posts on it from 9 years ago.

In the time that I've been gone, it has become Repo derangement hours, but not much else has changed.

Comstock came by the wagon at dawn. Man was just…he just transfixed by my trophy scalps. Asked about the white ones, there. I said, “Well, sir -- if your quarry dwells in the jungle, and beds down with the local color, why split hairs?” *Laughs* Not a chuckle out of him. Either he ain't seen a man go native, or maybe…maybe too many. Anyhow, now he's got me huntin' down this “Daisy Fitzroy.” Hope he don't expect me to stuff and mount her. *Laughs*

Madame Lutece -- I have read all of your books on the sciences. Mama says, “It's not a fit occupation for a lady,” but I think she's jealous of our cleverness. Is it true that only you are allowed to visit the girl in the tower? If the Lamb is lonely, too, I should like to meet her, as we would have much in common. -- Warmest regards, Constance

Love the Prophet, because he loves the sinner. Love the sinner, because he is you. Without the sinner, what need is there for a redeemer? Without sin, what grace has forgiveness?