I'm supposed to be working, but it's time for an update.

Oct 09, 2008

Another quick post to let everyone know that I'm not dead, just busy enough to not really get any sleep and tired enough that I'm having a hell of a time making sense.

Those of you who are trying to figure out what in the hell I was trying to say, or why I was completely missing the obvious in comments should know that taking time to think is a luxury I don't have right now, and to that end I should probably just stop trying for the time being. Those of you who know what I'm like when over-tired or sleep deprived should start laughing now.

At any rate, Greene County mailed out our self-uniting marriage license a few days ago, and it was recieved in the post today. Unfortunately, upon inspection it appeared to be missing a few important things, such as places where the witnesses and the people getting married should sign, as well as exactly who is supposed to sign where. We placed a quick phone call to 'lex Pendragon and asked him to e-mail over a scan of his own wedding license for comparison, which was picked up later this evening. As near as we can tell, the notarized piece of paper is the same as the notarized piece of paper that 'lex and Marlise have, save a couple of obvious differences and the lack of a few blank lines. Rather than chance it, Lyssa's going to call them back tomorrow and see what she can get done in the way of having a less legally ambiguous marriage license overnighted to us. For my part, I've got the ears of a few lawyers in the state of Pennsylvania, though I've been asked nicely to not bring them into action just yet. At this point in time, that would be like bringing a mass driver to a knife fight.

In other news, Abney Park's first music video, done to the song Airship Pirates may be watched here at Youtube or downloaded as a Quicktime file from here. It appears to have been filmed during their show at the Edison in California earlier this year.

Trust me, grab the Quicktime file, it looks better.

The sick betta in the living room doesn't seem to be getting any better; the infection's spreading and the medication I've been putting into his water every night doesn't seem to be helping. I'm pretty sure that we're going to lose him before the wedding. Sorry, little guy, I'm trying. Really, I am.

Off to bed.