Bunkers can stand down now. False alarm.

Shit. So the woman who emailed my online profile, who I emailed back, responded saying she 'looks forward to meeting me and hopes we can chat some more'.

Nigh, I tell you. Seriously fucking nigh.

So, technical difficulties aside, here I am for better or worse. Shit has been going on, and for the most part it's just been shit. Work continues, as work seems to do. I won't rant on about work since some people I work with read this crap. Other then work, I have realized that I have a lot of crap to work out. Family things, friend things, people things. I have spent these last few dealing with computers and I don't know that I like the looks of the outcome.
For one, I think I have more workable computers in my house then anyone I know. Even my $cow-orkers are trying to pawn systems off on me, with degrees of success.
Someone emailed my online personal, and I emailed her back. The end is so very fucking nigh. Bunkers to the ready.
Other then this I have realized some things about myself that I would rather not. I don't know how it will work out but what the hell. It's not like this has never happened before.

The archives are still here, for how long I don't know. I can't tell yet if I am proud or disgusted by them. I have had this domain for something along four years running now, and perhaps it's about time for a purge.

I don't expect that anyone will see this, as it's been a 'dead' link for so long.

Whatever, like I care.