Nixta Sinks

Thomas felt (or fell) ill and didn't do Saturday's Resumes/Creative night. And after I'd declared it on the internet! I hope he wasn't just feeling cranky on account of his Tuna & Broccoli diet. My guess is he wanted some kwality time with his missus.

Rufus is absent on some mystery jaunt for the weekend (and Robert hasn't updated Amoral.org for aeons) so there's nothing new for me to read on the innernet.

I failed to get a modem set up over the phone. How pathetic, and how dispiriting.

DJ Waxy Fresh created a new mix and fed me pasta while I engaged his future brother-in-law in computer (or console, as I was corrected) games, and yes, he did the mix and fed us while we played. I then sliced into his HTML page and beat it into shape (but let's not forget that it was I that gave him the shoddy Word-generated HTML in the first place - shame on me).

And I got back in touch with New York's DJ Stanlee, albeit in a phone-tag way.

Was that a productive day, or was I a slack-jawed pisshead? I feel like the latter (no offense intended to the individuals involved), but it reads a bit like the former.