Ahriiight, ahhright, ahhright, everyone caught the American Idol reference and I was jumping to conclusions. My bad.

E-mailed Gail the other night, asking her where she was because I wanted to talk about con' stuff with her. That worked out well, I thought.

Then she made a World, finally. Go Panda go! Erherm . . . not that I take credit for that or anything, that'd be silly . . .

Other than that, I've just committed to a different hotel room for Sakura-Con. Thus, I'm gonna cancel the one I booked back in October now (sorry Miss Anon', if you suddenly got clearance - you'll hafta commute now).

Annnnnnd . . . yeah.

That's 'bout all I've got today.