Rick and Darren are back...

And hopefully the healing's getting done, so I can move them out of this rut - they want to fight off the newbies, they're going to have to resolve some issues. Issues make me headachy. There also annoyingly prolific in everything I write, I'm sure a psychologist would make a meal of that, but that's their problem.

Maybe I’ll have them back to normal within a few days. Tired, but normal...


( extolling the virtues of sex as a heal all )

Never let muses play with drunken ramblings.

This one came out of one of those freaky conversations. Always seem to happen to me late at night when I/friends are drunk and the talking gets surreal - even worse on the phone. I spent 3 hours in a public bar pretending to be a Russian spy smuggling arms in Azerbaijan in a Lada (yes, we were very very drunk, but it was also funny - well it SEEMED funny at the time). "You want me to smuggle 60 missiles, Comrade? All you gave me was a lada! This would never have happened if Stalin was alive! Pass me a crowbar."

Anyway, the following intro thingy (which is unlikely to be continued) came from a silly conversation like the above about celestial paper work (yes, see the very very drunk bit again) was attacked by muses.

Oh, fair warning, given the inspirational base, and after affects of the, errrr... SOURCE of the inspiration, it isn't all that shiny.


( the conversation was a lot funnier, honest. )