traumatron

Nic and I were out at a...sort of an audition last night. I suggested that she should enter a modelling competition for 'Get Cutie' a cool retro-esque clothing store round these here parts. So yeah. So we went along, and theres a ton of filthy human females there and it looks like my mrs. is a shoe-in for the prize (some of get cutie's not-bad-but-i-could-make-it-cheaper-at-home clothing). However, there was one lassie who took us by surprise. A Bettie Page a-like is sitting amongst the harpies with James Dean. Or a chap who at least looked a little 50's-esque. So we get to talking, and i find out she's got a website that sells all that retro clothing, and vince ray designed stuff. She also said she's pissed at her designer- who is blatantly over-charging her, and is slack with his updates.

long story short: super-tron to the rescue? very likely. I'm popping along to her birthday rockabilly party tomorrow night. Which means dancing shoes on, and using my patented 'don't worry my dear girl, I'll take care of everything' voice. So yeah. My first e-commerce venture all on my little own. Shouldnt get my hopes up really. You what life can be like sometimes eh?

Still. i am...quietly confident.

enough about me. any news? frets? worries? confessions of undying love? Send 'em to me...
Cuz the mighty tron is back on top form. for a while at leaooohhh ITS FAHKIN' PAYDAY!