It's like she saw into my soul......

Have you visited the Carnival of the Mundane yet? You really should, and shame on all the Monkey Barn Morons who haven't yet.

Anyway, it's set up as a party, and here is how Daisy describes me:

You’ll notice that Hyperion arrived coatless and smelling slightly of cheap hootch and unwashed flesh.

Does she know me or what?


Aitch