First of all, an apology for dropping off the face of the earth.  Explanation forthcoming.

Last weekend there was a White Wolf cookout, which ended up as a party at Mike Tinney’s house.  Well, some of us got there early, and there was a set of boxing gloves… so we decided to punch each other while we waited for Mike to arrive and let us in.  The only issue was that there were 2 boxing gloves, not 4.  So one person got to be a righty, and one person a lefty.  So I fought some with The Swede, being nice and giving him the right glove.  It was fun times… well except when he decided to punch me several times as we were breaking up from a clench and my guard was down.

Cary’s welcoming party was the next day,  and more people showed up to that than I expected.  That’s the thing with my friends down here — instead of saying they’ll come and not showing up, they say they probably can’t make it, and then do come.  We had some drinks, hung out, and watched Borat.  Which, for anyone who still hasn’t seen it, is incredibly awesome.

Then on… Wednesday, I think it was (I’ve lost track of days), at work we did a database merger for which we’ve been preparing for about 7 months.  This involved staying at work until 11:30pm, coming home only to work more until 2:30am, catching a few hours of sleep, then going in to work on it some more the next morning.  And a few days of publishers being like, “OMGWTF?!?!  Things have changed!  Change is BAD!!!”  With a few refreshing instances of, “You guys are doing great — this has gone more smoothly than I expected it would.”