And it is in the velvet black of sleep and oneiros that phobetor lies in wait.

Yawn.....

Bugger... slept too long. Up last night, after watching Apocalypto with

biomechanina

, which is an ace film by the way, quite shocking, I was working on a character sheet to go with my short story. I have one more level to apply to the character, though it has made me quicker at doing this for D20, but it doesn't mean I like it.

Today should be pretty good as I have rerun some data for my paper, got into a new field of research that is about the classification of bonds by using quantum mechanical descriptors (yes were in giant killing territory again), and later off to the pub for

couchetard

's birthday. And then all again tomorrow and off to Lash.

Earlier in the week nothing much other than going to Geek Up with

cyberai_dan

.

Also started reading Bloodtide by Melvin Burgess, and Chung Kuo by David Wingrove. Both different so as not to confuse me while reading both.

Picture time.

Based off a conversation last night and a piss take on Time Trumpet is bring you insurgents.



As Americans (well that's a bit harsh... lets say the administration) like to call terrorists...... terrist!

Well here I bring you terrierists!!!!

Woof woof, bang bang, oh fuck your dead!

++Oh edit++

Ohhhh ..... moody

Ooh, you're a dark one. Sitting in the corner, singing to yourself, playing with matches and twitching. Most of the time you instinctively avoid company, and if you're forced into close proximity, things do not go well. You can probably stop stabbing that teddybear now. It's not going anywhere.
What's your malfunction?