I got a minor burn from the wood stove Saturday night. A nice oblong sear across the underside of my forearm, hurt like a muther-fucker (as it well should, the stove was pretty damn hot at the time). I'm still not 100% sure how I missed the handle, but I did and my momentum caught the edge of the door. It's funny, but I can't seem to recall every burning myself like this before. Which is a miracle in it's own right, I guess.  

I tried to take a picture of it, but it's my right arm and I can't get a good shot without the flash obscuring all detail. 

Other than that, the weekend was mostly uneventful, which is part of the problem, I guess. I spend some time pacing in and out of the Lego area trying to figure out if there was some way to make it more useful to no avail. 

It's starting to rake on my nerves how useless the area has become. More so because there's the Pirate Game coming up and I have 2 ships and at least 1 island to prepare. On top of that, I have this revamped !Zombie! idea I'd like to try for around Halloween. Only it sort of requires me to start working on it now for the visuals.

I'm tired. I never seem to get enough sleep. 

This is turning into a light month for the blog.

Yet, there seems to be a lot going on. Maybe I'm just burnt out most of the time. I've had to postpone the Year of BrikWar Award Show for reasons that I won't really go into here. It's not canceled, just put off. Which turns out to have the silver lining of at least getting all the trophy parts in --the last packages came today.

I punted the Pirate Game to next month as well, which has woefully taken a backseat lately. Seems that it's all catching up to me in one way or the other. They're all out to get me.

And there's been a whole lot of other stuff that I just don't have the energy to even elude to.

I just can never get the hang of February. 

When I set up the domain, initially I got an email associated with it. 

whatever@evilwayne.com"@evilwayne.com, right? 

Well, thanks to robots and spiders, it quickly became a spam whore. I mean, really bloated with all kinds of ads for penis enlargement, gold and diamonds from Africa, how to meet hot, slutty chicks from your area and various drug and watch offers that claimed limited time, yet still continued to arrived for months after the fact. Finally, I gave up and just shut off those accounts. Or so I thought.

It finally caught up to me yesterday. 

I went to post the above entry and it refused. With an error message letting me know there's just no more darn space on the internet. 

After a short exchange with my host, it turns out that email isn't being deleted fast enough. Or, more to the point, the rest of the space on my site was being used for email storage. About 350 MB of it. Luckily, it was quite easy to delete it and redirect all incoming mail to a blackhole. 

So take that spammer bitches. 

--Nazi Reich Marshal Hermann Goering, before committing suicide at the Nuremberg Trials 

Thanks to the normal shows (Lost and Invasion) being repeats last night, we finally got to see the last 3 episodes of Firefly. We had a pretty good clip going over the summer, but for the life of me I can't recall why we stopped just 3 short of the finish line. 

I still think FOX is one of the worst networks of all time. Why on Earth would they have cancelled this program? Or not bother showing the premiere in order? I believe they wake up in the morning and think, "How can I fuck with John Q. Public, today?" Worst. Network. Ever.

So, anyway, we're now free and clear to watch the movie, Serentiy, and maybe that'll get Steve off my back about it. Unfortunately, the way things like this normally happen is that I'll want to watch it this weekend, and we'll have to put it off for some reason, hoping for next week. 

Then it will be June.