Er, well, yeah. Thirteen months. Nuff said. Suffice to say the attraction of a blog managed for me and with readers piped in from the aether dragged me away from my baby. Still, contrived plans still in hand, god knows how many new pointless things to spout off about... let's rawk.

And if I've forwarded you here to demonstrate my devastating technical prowess, don't judge me on the fucks per paragraph.

I've finally had time to fix this thang, now new and improved and with more new stuff to bolt on soon. (as always, more ideas than time to implement them)

I've decided, since events seem to be conspiring to keep me working on Drupal sites for the time being - not that I mind that at all - to make a repository for what Drupal wisdom I've gleaned, since I've gain some level of expertise in the subject and if anything needs more documentation for noobs, it's Drupal.

Other recent transpirations include a kick into the freelance career I've wanted for a long time, and by god I like the flavour. If anyone's impressed by my Drupal craftings, and in the market for a website, holla at me; help make a scruffy man's work-from-home dream come true.

"you've got to laugh, or else you cry..."
In passing, I just hit the "update" button on my Fantastico panel, and wiped my theme out. See now, am I not a glorious bellend?

Eh well, it needed redeveloping for XHTML anyway.

I've been playing the lovely Knytt Stories, the sequel to one of my all-time favourite indie games. It's damned good, although I still prefer the purity and imaginitive simplicity of the original.

If you're into slightly alternative gameplay, minimalist pixel art or platformers, I highly reccommend giving it a go, it'll probably devour your afternoon.

It also opened my eyes to the beauty of chiptunes; that is, music composed to be orchestrable on the synthesisers built into the consoles of yesteryear. It's got a pleasing retro vibe to it, and I've been particularly enjoying the work of Nurykabe. VNV Nation, eat your heart out.

Terry Pratchett's new book's out.

That's probably not news to most people who care, it's been out a little while and I personally had read it about a week after it came out. It's the usual witty, poignant blend of fantasy and real-world satire, this time on the ephemeral nature of wealth, or more specifically, money.

It largely revolves around the fact that money is only worth anything because we all agree that it does, and it has no innate value. I really can't recommend it highly enough for a good, pageturning read.

The book, incidentally, is currently published in two formats in my local Waterstone's; a hardback edition costing about ten pounds (including the inevitable markdowns) and a signed edition - with glittery binding - costing thirty-five of your pounds, if you please.