Beavers do, though.

Boy, oh, boy do I have an exciting post for you today. We have a lot of stuff to cover and not a lot of time. Let’s hit the ground running. Shall we?

I’d like to start off today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to the Heat. Be sure to wish her one as well.

Today is Friday. And since we didn’t have that  Friday last week, we’ll have it this week. My new article is up on the City Wire. If you’d care to read it, click here: Busted-Ass Looking Burgers. If you wouldn’t care to read it, click here: Regular Burgers. This will be the last article until after the new year due to the fact that I actually get a break to enjoy food of my choosing. Hooray for vacations!

Since I put up a new article, I went ahead and put up a new podcast as well. This week, we conclude the third episode of the Pathfinders. Enjoy.

Also, Deinonychus has been updating the living shit out of her site this week, so be sure to check out the new pages and galleries.

Yesterday was a crazy day. There was a very relaxing bit in the middle, but that was an oasis in the middle of the desert of craziness. The letterpress open house was a huge success. I printed the entire time, which made me the happiest boy in the world. Plus, I got the opportunity to teach my professors something for a change. I also took a handful of photos, which have been added to the General Photos 2012 page. Please check them out. Here’s just a taste:

Happy Holidays.

The day ended with me making a big dinner for an impromptu group of archers. I made butternut squash ravioli with Italian sausage red sauce. There were some newbies to Holliday Island, so. . .

Elephant Mark.

IZA.

Yeah. Crazy day. Today is not looking much better. I am about to go hop in the shower. Then I have errands, emailing, tutoring, bill paying, and the gym. Tonight is looking like a relaxing home-alone-with-Bones affair. We’ll see if my energy holds out.

Tomorrow is jam packed as well. I’m getting my ears lowered first thing. Simultaneously, the Baggies will be crushing the Gunners at Emirates Stadium. Arsenal doesn’t stand a chance against the newly pissed-off Throstles. We are out for blood.

After that, who knows? Maybe Asian supermarkets, maybe Bones, maybe singing in the rain. All I know is that we can’t stall on Dave’s behalf any longer, the Rev. Dark Wombat is insisting we roll tomorrow night. Sorry Dave. We tried to hold him off until you got here.

Alright, I’ve got stuff to do and I’m burning heavily clouded and misty daylight. Have a great weekend. More soon. ~SC