Cleaning Deceiver.

Got some goo-removal compound. With some luck this will scrape the last vestiges of Putt-Putt's myriad band-stickers off of the Deceiver's chassis. It's an exciting time, to be sure. Let's just hope the stuff does it's job. Else, I'm-a have to sandblast that this, which sounds like some amount of effort or another. And effort? Fuck effort. Effort is for losers.

And... let's see. Other than that, not too much. Just a constant life of rocking out, hardcore, of course. And teaching, and whatnot. I really hope I get paid for that soon... I got a massive check coming to me, and I'd like to be able to roll around in it like Scrooge McDuck.