(looks up from a mountain of code and past a mountain of ants)

Oh hello. This is not a paid announcement. Rather, I'd like to welcome owldolatrous warmly to Live Journal. Owl and I go way back, further back than I'd care to admit because it would reveal to you that I'm not really 29 years old. Suffice it to say, we go way back. We've been friends almost since the beginning of the world wide web. How's that for old?

Anyhoo, I just wrote this guy's recommendation letter for grad school, so it's obvious I think very highly of him, and very fondly of him. Venture over to his glob and you'll find something unique, extremely well-thought-out, and very juicily political. Yes, that's a word.

For those of you heading to San Franciso, well, he's told me that he is king of the city. So when you arrive, place some flowers at his feet and I'm sure he'll offer you a beverage. He's kind like that.

Me, I'm busy and fine and tired and fine and earning the money for the summer, and mostly fine, and sometimes not too fine. More than anything, I miss writing. A lot. But look for more of me towards the end of the month and into June. I'm planning to reinstate balance once this avalanche is behind me.

Owl! Glob! Go now!