Poor Social Skills

Most amusing thing about the weekend: Andrew’s near silence through a large chunk of Saturday, as Marcia and I both rabbited on nineteen to the dozen swapping stories of schooldays and things like that. I feel kind of bad about not letting him get a word in edgeways, but at the same time, it was just amusingly unusual to see him so quiet.

TPO

The Lair of The Painted One. Ian’s just started blogging, and has been good enough to permalink me. Everybody stop by and say hi to Ian. (Note to those few people who are good enough to do this sort of thing: I’ll reciprocate, as soon as I get the bastard re-design sorted out…)