So yeah, all weekend I was down in San Antonio, which was fun, and somewhat uneventful, which is a welcome change of pace from all the crazy garbage I usually have to go through to travel anywhere. Also, Sky Captain is the most badass movie ever. It definitely ranks up there among my favorite movies ever. So everyone go see it, hopefully I will go sometime this week, and everyone is invited. Exquisite. Then a rousing game of Adventure, which gleefully also included zeppelins, followed by some sneaking around and comic book purchases. Got to see Rob for a while, which was great because he was so messed up all he really did was tell me some story about how "getting super blazed" is better then "sex with bitches," all the while snapping his fingers all over the place, just to flaunt his fantastic abilities to snap his fingers. A nice long sleep and some yelling shrouded in the mystery of dreary afternoon rousings from the bed, some dinner, a short stroll along the airport terminal, and I return to my home here in Denton, only to find that the Soviet flag has once again fallen off the wall in my absence. Fear not, for as heavy as a hammer and sickle can be, a small tack can easily lift them up to their glorious position above my computer. Goodnight you workers of coal mines, you faceless soldiers of the red army.