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All robots, all the time. Hot robot on robot action. Luscious, underage robot lovin'. Awww yeah.

Enjoy. Feedback welcome. Abuse mocked. Unless it's funny.

Definitely fit the weekend, all right. Went to SRL in LA and successfully played rodeo clown to several hundred pounds of robot that liked the crowd a little too much. Miss Violet and Todd Blair did Yeomans' Jobs pulling the beast out of the audience. Everyone was very friendly and it was a (relatively) low-stress show.

It is amazing the talents you find within yourself. When Uncle Shannon says "And I want this motor wired as if GOD HIMSELF were going to check your work" boy howdy it seems like wiring was suddenly the only thing one was made to do, ever.

I love noise you can feel in your pelvis.

. . .tossing christmas trees overhand over and over and over into a raging, hissing steaming sand pit of damnation. Now the year can start properly.

For all those people who showed up, and some who didn't, we had a blast. Sorry about all that smoke. The neighbors were okay with the fire and the rockets but the patio was a little greasy for a couple of days. Man, that prox helmet sure did come in handy.

Everyone seemed to enjoy the goose, especially the 85 dogs we seemed to have in the house at one time. My gramma held court in the corner. People continued to hit on my mom (you GUYS, that's ICKY). The tree was pretty, and I am pretty sure I accidentally dialed Honolulu around 2:30. I also think they actually called back (Hi Billy).

Thank you, Late Contingent, for coming when you did, it was lovely to see you in the few brief fleeting moments of consciousness I had right when you got there. Thank you Violet for tucking me in. Thank you Miss Julie Andrews for not having a tantrum and keeping my toes warm. Thank you people who left food for the food bank, we had a whole under-tree-full.

Especially thank you to the neighbors who I had never met who came over and set up the rocking sound system in the living room. Happily, the downstairs neighborlady was out of town. Thank you Mike for the hangover tincture and Sophia for the lovely skin creme. Thank you Peter Schell and Steven Nelson for helping me deal with the nuclear test site in the morning.

Thank you, Jewish Diaspora, for inventing latkes.

Thank you Poon and Charlie and Mills and James and all the other people for rizzeprizzenting with the Flaming Lotus Posse, Yo.

Thank you to all the people I failed to say hello to for having a good time and making the floor sticky. Thank you for also not burning my house down (though boy Howdy we sure did give it the good college try).

We'll do it again next year because we are nothing if not gluttons for punishment. Happy Jul.

Now, for new year's!

This is of course why I love each and every single one of you.

Sawzall, people. He gave me a Sawzall.

Whatta man.