Stuff, and a little bit of t'ing

[binidj]

Yesterday evening I felt the distinct scratching of the Black Dog at my door. Now there is a big difference between feeling glum and the onrush of a period of depression and, let me tell you, yesterday I was not feeling glum. Mercifully, realising what was happening seems to have held it at bay somewhat and today I am in a better place (though I can still hear the Beast snarling at the edges of perception). Scaring off a bout of depression is a Good Thing™ and has made me feel rather better about things, feeling that I am, perhaps, more in control than controlled ... I heartily recommend this ... well, I heartily recommend it for me, I would much rather that none of my lovely friends were subjected to anything bad.

Furthermore many thanks to Invisible_Al for sharing the following piece of wonder:

Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

And last, but by no means least, I am reliably informed that there are ...FIVE MORE DAYS UNTIL DOWNTIME CLOSES ... Wulfboy the poking is becoming more urgent.

Could anyone who knows Wulfboy please send him a poke from me? Hopefully he will, at the very least, be covered in tiny tiny bruises come the next Maelstrom.