David Carradine was found dead in a Bangkok hotel room of an apparent suicide. I prefer to imagine that he was cleverly offed by an international ring of ninja assassins... or at very least an extremely kinky Thai prostitute/yakuza hitman. As soon as I get out of work I'm going get an appropriate alcohol in which to pour in lamentation of his passing. The world will miss your kung-fu greatness. Ad astra per aspera.
On to other news... It's Thursday, which is in regard to work, is my Friday... so it's completely dead... Also, Tandberg pulled the keys to our video codec a month early without informing us. Which effectively renders our ITV classes inoperable. So there's even less going on than normally occurs in the summer session. All I really want to do right now is kick back with a beer and play some tetris. I need my block arrangment fix.
I'm obsessed with Buttersafe comics, they're brilliant and full of greatness.