First thing's first, whoever keyed my Harley, I'm going to tie your ankle to a cinderblock and throw said cinderblock off a cliff. Doubt it was any of you chaps with a blog, in fact, I'm next to positive it's not because odds are before today you didn't even know I knew how to ride a motorcycle let alone owned one. But still, bad form (insert convenient link to Hyopcritical Humor on TV Tropes here, I guess).
Second order of business, I wasn't totally awake when I explained (badly) exactly why I'm not making any effort to break free of Big Blue. Trust has shit-all to do with it. It's pragmatism pure and simple. I'm gonna assume we've all read or heard the story of David and Goliath. Big, powerful warrior rolls into town with his homies, terrorizes the local populace, and God helps out some kid with a sling to kill him in one shot. Now, imagine that shot just served to piss Goliath off and Goliath ripped David's head off. A smart townsperson would either opt to run the hell away (only to get picked off by Goliath at a later date) or join Goliath's gang and get a good chance of not being his target so long as you do your job. I opted for the 'work with the guy that's winning' route. Do I expect you to like or appreciate, or even respect this decision? No, not really. On the other hand, I don't really care. I don't even like half of you, and the other half I like too much to care. But there you have it, for better or worse.
Third on the agenda, no, I'm still not planning on spending entire blog posts drooling on my shirt and going 'hurrdurr teh mastar gonna killz u.' If Big Blue decides to have one of us merry henchmen kill someone, then that's how it goes. Mostly, though, he's been getting more active. I guess the whole Orcus On His Throne spiel got boring. Can't blame him, if I were a general I'd lead from the front (though that might just be my flair for the dramatic talking).
And, no, I haven't been given any work recently, though word on the grapevine is something's gonna filter down soon.