Surreal

There's nothing like that moment when one realizes that a friend isn't a friend or a crush isn't going to amount to anything. It sucks. The last-minute change of plans for Baitcon doesn't help. I need to put that at the back of my head for now. Right now, I'm packed with:

A container of spicy brains waiting to be frozen
A pail of huckleberries waiting to be eaten
A bottle of Amaretto waiting to be drunk

Peace on Earth (finally?)

I am happy to say that I've been around to see the beginnings of peace in Northern Ireland. The IRA claims to cease all armaments with British military bases closing in response. I sometimes wonder if reunification is now a possibility. It was predicted to occur in 2016 according to Star Trek.