"I hope Mograine drops his pants."

Yeah, I guess you say some pretty odd things in WoW. Mograine did in fact, drop his pants. Yay.

It's been a stellar week. Mild disappointment last Wednesday was the only downer, but it wasn't a wasted night. Joe, Alex and I hit the Kiddie Korner at 11 pm and played like fools late into the night.

Furthermore: THE HUTCH IS BACK. For a little bit. We've been busting out old school Star Wars and I hosted the radical Hutch LAN Friday night in his honor. He's still Hutch all the way.

Just put my new totally sweet DDR pad together. (My old one broke not five minutes after I maintained that it never betrayed me)

I'm so pumped for the next few weeks. Grandfatherness and Gaming and Charmy and Primeware and nerd sports and car and Geauga Lake and Geneva (comeback tour). And that's only the planned stuff! I'm pumped! Pumped, I tell you!

Anyhow, passing out. Dream well you lot.

Frieth