Hey, Vancouver – where’s a good place to get pierced? I’ve decided that I want a labret, and I want one now. It’s actually been in my head for about 4 years, so it’s time I stopped thinking about it and just did it. I also want many, many tattoos. This is what happens when Ed a) watches a lot of Miami Ink, and b) spends the rest of his time ogling naked Suicide Girls. It’s been a really long time since my last body mod of any kind, and I’m starting to feel the itch. Bring on the ink and steel! If I was younger and hotter, I would totally want to be a Suicide Girl. Alas, there’s no market for strange looking naked fat girls. It’s too bad, because being naked on the internet totally fits in to my whole “extroverted introvert” game plan. Plus, deep down? I’m an absolute exhibitionist. It’s just too bad I look the way I do and all.

This post officially marks a successful run of NaBloPoMo – one post per day for the entire month of November. Hell, I even double posted on a couple of days AND was out of the country without a computer part way through the challenge. That didn’t stop me from posting though – I totally rock the internets. I rock them old school.

Our efforts to get to the Space Station yesterday ended up being in vain – the Space Bosses sent us all home around 2pm because we were facing some pretty heavy snowfall. It turned to rain later that evening, and promptly froze over night. I’m working from home again because I couldn’t get the car out of our spot – it’s stuck tight. The weather is warming up though, and all this crap should be gone by the weekend; just in time for Josh and Shan to move in for realz yo.

I have Space Surveys to write, and UPS to hate on. They charged me $37 in “brokerage fees” for a box of audio cables worth $45. Thanks, guys. You are in no way complete fucking gouging assholes who should be set on fire.