Just in case anyone was wondering, (and I know you weren't,) I'm still alive. Now please, for the love of god, shoot me. I'm in the middle of Maine with only a crackly old phone line to tether me to the real world. Sometimes, when I'm really lucky, I get a couple kbps.

I pray this message finds someone. Send help! There are undomesticated animals everywhere and trees that make the air smell all fresh and piney-like. Disgusting. They think they're so superior with their needles and their cones. Always plotting with the mooses. They think I can't hear them, but I can... I can.

My sanity comes and goes. Believe it or not, this is one of my more coherent phases.

I must be off. If I click "submit" now, the message may finish uploading by sunrise.

-- Esk

PS:

1) Old news, but hey: New Futurama eps a distinct possibility. Yay.

2) I managed to see a horrible copy of the Doctor Who Christmas Invasion and, well: Awesome.

3) Grue: If I ever make it back, Namtar's go for launch.
(In all seriousness, I hope to be in the civilized world by 1/17.)