I made it another year without managing to get myself killed. In case the last post didn't make it clear, I'm old now. So stay the hell off my lawn or I'll call yer parents ya damn ruffians.

I'm currently on a bit of vacation (which is good) fighting off a chest ailment (not so much with the good) and happened to be in the right place at the right time for this lovely scene:
Ok, maybe not this exact scene, but the rough equivalent in this crazy world called "reality." Congrats Dustin and Kari (--not to be confused with the fetching Kari Wahlgren who didn't get married as far as I know, but did do a kickin' little Feature a short while back...) Send 'em some love at their respective blog corners here and here.

And now I'm going to take my sick ass to bed and hope the morning makes it all better.

-Joe