Time keeps on slipping...

Slipping....into the future.

Yup.

My writing is starting to make the beautiful slide from, hey look at me to, hey look at this.
Neat.

Kids man.
They bring out the best in this old junk yard dog.
Should I have my own?
Probably not.
I like playing with them.
Teaching them things.
Showing them what's up.
But I'm still a little to selfish for them.
Selfish for myself.
But if the right one came along and asked the right questions in the right way I'd be convinced.
But those sort of conversations don't happen over night.
Or a couple of nights.

But at the end of the day.
What do we do?
Nothing yet.
Still pulling things together.
Notes, guildies, plans.

Last time I tried this, the pulling things together bit, I informed my guildies and trusted allies that I still had a lot of homework and growing to do.

Well kiddos.  I've grown, a bit, but not much.  Did my homework though.  More of it than I"d have liked. But did it.
So it's time to unite.
Build a New Guild Hall.
Set up shop and then retire to Vallhalla and feast until Ragnarok.
Are ya'all ready.
I sure as hell am.

Gotta muster the troops and fight the good fight first.
Cheese and crackers Ace. What are we doing this time?
Same thing we do every day Brian.
Try to take over the world.

~End Transmission