In happier news, I got my black crochet thread in the mail, so as soon as I feel better (I'm under the weather this week) I can put my annoyed energies to good use doing something with thread and leetle stone donuts from New Messico.
Also, speaking of Aht, I finally got a copy of my favorite Derek Hess poster, as in one of the very few posters by that guy that I not only could stand, but actually like. It's from the early period when he actually bothered to draw decent figures with clothes on instead of his usual boring "thinly veiled homo-erotic man bent over a tank wearing a Disengage shirt" as bri once put it ever so nicely.
p.s. Has that shudderatious "What would you say if you found me in your bed?" meme gone away yet? That's just gross. The chances are if I've ever thought about you finding me, or me finding you, in some shared bed in any sense of the word, it's already happened. And if it hasn't happened, then there's a 99.99% probability that I haven't thought about it and don't wish to consider it even in jest.