Cat of many shapes. Usually fat.
Gender: Fucked.
As old as the Web.
I am going to ramble about so much garbage.
Some of it will be mechanical, some of it electronic, some of it will be software, and most of it will be of little interest to anyone; but here it is all the same.
yingtaurberus: zhree heads, not one brain
and I've been:
Writing a crapsack space-universe themed version of The Divine Comedy's National Express, called Dropship Express. Absolutely meant to be set to the exact same jaunty music, of course.
(I make no promises about ever finishing it, much like everything else I write.)
