But that's what I'm about to do! Even though I don't feel quite up to it yet. Ugh.

By the way -- the buttons have been pressed, and very soon Scary-Crayon will be coming to you live from a new hosting plan with lots more stuff (including a 100GB monthly bandwidth cap)! I doubt you'll notice too much of a difference, though, save my complaining about the monthly fee and shouting, "HEY, CRAYON FANS! PLZ DONATE."

One thing that will be different, though, is that my personal stuff will no longer be relegated to a subdomain of SC! That's right; I'll soon be blogging to you from my own domain. Any suggestions for what I should call it? At the moment, wes-sama.com, wesland.com, bluewes.com, and hailwes.com are all viable possibilities. Or maybe wezuri.com? Suggestions please!

I hope everyone out there is doing well.

Ugh.

Hey all -- just now getting around to updating the blog with today's KURISUMASU updates. In addition to the Site Talk block being updated twice today, there are three new pieces on Scary-Crayon. First up, Part 3 of our Christmas with Gumby review! And then there are two new Hot Flashes: #14, which features the outcome of my Nativity scene mischief, and a special holiday edition. Enjoy! Of course, the holidays aren't over at SC -- I've still got a few more relevant pieces to post before the site goes back to perpetual Halloween. Stay tuned...

Today's holiday acquisitions turned out pretty well! Sadly, I didn't gain a whole lot in the vein of things to review for SC, but Angel DVDs are always welcome additions to the collection, eh? The updated DVD list is here.

Ha, it's Christmas day and I still haven't finished all of my shopping! Presents in January! The weirdness continues. Ja for now!

So first the fucker just shits in the hall even though he knows goddamned well where his fucking litter box is. Then the dig runs amok on the kitchen table and, among other things, tears open a bag of chocolate chip cookies and eats part of one. ISN'T CHOCOLATE SUPPOSED TO KILL YOU? IDIOT. So when I come out of my room and see what he's done, I shut him up in the downstairs bathroom as punishment... and now the fucker won't stop barking. SHUT UP, BACARDI! Before I shove you in a sack and leave you outside a Chinese restaurant or something.

This is why I could never have a dog. There's shit in the hall right now. Fucking let my sister clean it. He's not my damned dog.