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Octopi attacking subs, giant squids fucking up fishing in the East, yeah... my guess is Leviathan has woken from his slumber and we're about to get some splash. I'm knitting a stocking cap with "I Roll With Hagbard" on it. Oh, and that panda sex too. I forgot about that.

Things of Note: When I sweat, my hands smell like waffle cones. At least, they do to me. Perhaps there is some Belgian inside me that I don't know about.

Also: Where the fuck is the sun hiding at? I can assure everyone here in Madison that it will return only after my doom-laden CD order arrives: Boris, Corrupted, Keiji Haino, and Burzum. Yup. Question is: would the slap-your-forehead nature of having a beautiful weather shift upon obtaining such cloudy murk only be more doom-appropriate, all things considered?