That's the only possible explanation for that noise.

I will start writing momentarily - don't rush me! I am picking my way through issue 4 of Snapdragon - turns out, not having a plan occasionally sucks. I'm getting there, but slowly.

I'd like to take this opportunity to stress the importance of diet and exercise. I rode my bike down to the blogTO meeting last night and yeah, it was hard and cold and my muscles are already turning into old leather, but I felt about 110% better after I was done. Winter is scary to me. Don't want another one like last time, want to keep the activity level up, and am fundamentally unwilling to join a gym. It's poxy, and I don't like it. Already I'm pissed at about six people who don't deserve it (including one who really, really doesn't deserve it), and I storm around from place to place like I'm going to burst in with a rapier and go to town on the joint. Clearly something vexes me.

(There, I used poxy and vex in the same paragraph. I am clearly awesome.)

Here, this will amuse you:

It's impossible not to feel a little better after a spate of Vadermonica.