What? It's May?
Yikes. Well, happy New Year just the same.
2010 is nine whole years after the farthest forward you can travel in Time Pilot, so my inner teenage arcade rat is having a very hard time accepting that we're living in such a futuristic day and age. But here we are a full twenty-two years after Manhattan was turned into a giant prison and just twelve short years away from joining the food supply as delicious green wafers. Strange days indeed!
So congratulations to both of us for making it this far. Time to disengage the cryonic sleep setting on my blog as I've been busy during this time and have a few things I'd like to talk about. Let's see if I can be quasi-consistent with the online output this time around.
How's this year treating you so far?