So itís March. Believe it or not, I donít have a whole lot to say about that. I mean, thereís St. Patrickís Day, if you actually need an excuse to stay drunk all day. And thereís umÖIíll be honest with youóI still havenít gotten a new calendar, so aside from St. Paddyís, I got no idea what happens this month.
As far as what we have going around here, Iím a little unsure. Iíve got a story Iíve been working on, but itís another one of those long bastards, which means it could either work out or fizzle out. Iíve got a couple of ideas for rants (yes, those are sometimes planned out, as scary as that thought seems), but nothing worth getting worked up about. Iím currently working on another Photoshop project for class, so I should have something to show you by Tuesday or Wednesday, if you were hoping for pictures of things instead of way too many words.
Treyís out on a wonderful adventure for an unspecified amount of time, but if he gets back this month, Iíll try to hassle him about looking into the weird problem with extra punctuation in the comments. Until then, weíll just have to either ignore the problem or try not to use apostrophes.
So, yeah. Happy March, Strangelanders.
UPDATE: Holy shitóaccording to the internet, we switch back to that no-good, shit-eating, baby-penguin-raping daylight savings time this month! There are not enough swear words to describe how I feel about this. Second Sunday in March. What bullshit. I hate politicians.
SECOND UPDATE: In case you're wondering about the title of this post, it's just because I couldn't think of anything better. I started writing it, and got sidetracked looking for March events. Upon discovering the time change, it went from "Happy March" to "Dammit." Sometimes I try to be clever, and sometimes I just try to get the first post up so that the screen won't be empty.