Fort Awesome

While the physical, real Fort Awesome has been as busy as a pie, the virtual, made-up Fort Awesome on the web has been slowly stagnating in the only way it knows how, which is to fail to change in any way. Fortunately I’ve come along and updated it with a different look & feel; very March 1997. But we’re working on that. Actually, nobody is. But it might get updated anyway. It’s all about the content though, isn’t it? Unfortunately we fail on that aspect even worser. Still, at least none of us are dead.

Yet.

For those worried, The Bar has made it to the new house. It took some dismantling and some epic walking across town carrying a large varnished piece of wood. We have a new helicopter, which doesn’t spin and crash constantly like the old one used to, so anybody needing a lift here, just give us a call and we’ll have you flown over. Our kitchen now is now certified as Freaking Ace, complete with plate rack and status as a separate room from the living area.

Moses has been upgraded from Hapless Phone Lackey to Man Who Makes Graphs. All that experience clicking the Graph button on Excel finally paid off! In return he gets paid several extra sovereigns of gold per fortnight, which means he can finally pay me back for that silver cabbage container I bought for him. Seriously, just put it in the fridge like everybody else?

The other three of us are in the same jobs, but getting pretty good at them by now. And to add to the fun, yet another three recent graduate friends of ours have moved in nearby. Two of them are jobless and will remain that way forever, ha ha (stop reading this and find a job, layabouts!).

Um, in other news… I’m flying to Holland in a couple of weeks, to see a hot lady. You know who I’m talking about. That’s right. Went out to Birmingham for a couple of friends’ club night (note exquisitely correct placement of apostrophe on the plural friends), which was fun and good. I am currently plagued by a renewed wave of ennui, which I hope to placate by drawing on the drawing equipment birthday’d to me by the same hot lady mentioned earlier.

I write this to the sound of Jeff hitting metal strings against a guitar. Metal eh, you gotta love it.