archernu

UPDATE:
Dad: Are you coming home this weekend?
Archer: Is my car there?
Dad: Yes. If you drive it, I'll kill you.
Archer: No insurance yet. Right.
Dad: You can look at it, though. Thing's cool, Archer.
Archer: So I can look at my car but I'm not allowed to drive it. Isn't that considered torture in some states?

POEE bought me a new Spyderco Endura to replace the loaner he'd given me last year, after my Delica was stolen from work. I love knives.

I am now the proud owner of a 2004 SVT Focus 3-door. It's black and tasty. Pictures coming next weekend, when I'm back in CT. (I have a feeling that someone is going to call me a boy racer....) Also, I have a lead on where I might be living in Seattle. Three cheers for progress.

I had my first cup of coffee in a week this morning, and I'm proud to announce that I have officially returned to the Human race. I shaved my goatee this morning, too, and I'm planning to get a haircut this afternoon. On deck: learning to move my Starwalker telekinetically.