You're the best stalker a girl could ever have.

The last component of my birthday gift arrived a few days ago: a small martini shaker, a light-up pen, a few bottle openers that didn't sport the names of gins on them (vodka and rum respectively), and could well have been thrown in by the packager.

And when I misplaced my shades the other day I wore the Tanqueray Arnold-style wraparounds.

I looked beyond cool.

For both of you who still read this blog, I'd just like to announce that Hell Week is over on the volunteer front, and I can go back to the more normal insanity of juggling clients.

That means that I might blog again someday soon.

Especially if I am able to make it out to Siggraph. I hope I can: I missed it last year. Wrong coast, and all that.

Of course, this year may require that I be in two places at once: Los Angeles, working at a magazine client's digs, and San Diego, celebrating pop culture and the fusing of art with technology.

It can't be that hard. Lesser people do shit like that all the time. Or so I hear.

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