All I do I do to make the parental units feel calmer, safer and generally more secure of the fact that their daughter, their first born, is alive and kicking and happy. Let it be known that I am happy as long as they don't feel the need to fret anymore. Waiting for the day where I shall fret over them and they'll try to swat me away for being always in their shit. Bwahaha-hahaha-haha.

On a less predecessor and more successors note,

Loki, Hades and Kali. I chop these names for my yet unborn spawnlets. You take it, I kill you.

I FORGOT TO GET FOOD GRADE GYPSUM TO MAKE DELISHUS TAU FOO FAAAAA... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKHHHHHH.

The day is done, I now sit on my laptop facing the sun as it takes forever to set. The heat on my skin makes me feel like I'm some kind of lightbulb, warm and glowing. The smell of home-made nasi bubur is wafting through the house, so delightful. Little Wing playing on my speakers. It's Jimi Hendrix time.

Here's a jam done by Eric Steckel. I creamed my pants. Yay.



I creamed and then barfed rainbows.