My Valentine’s Day

Thanks to evolving Death Flu, the romance for Gini and I last night consisted of chugging NyQuil and collapsing into bed by 10:00.  We know how to party at La Casa McJuddMetz.  (Alas, I had a big night planned with all sorts of kinky shenanigans, too.  But now the ice chicken’s melted.)

In other news, is anyone else as fucking creeped out by Brent’s googly terror-eyes over at PVP as I am?  Those huge, jiggling orbs look like flan inside a fishbowl.  I know it’s supposed to make Brent more sensitive and expressive, but instead he just looks like Shaggy going “ZOIKS!” as he sees a monster for everything, including when he’s ordering coffee.  Brent’s gone from uber-cool to Mister Wimpy, and I keep worrying that he’ll accidentally catch those enlarged orbs on a pencil or something and they’ll leak out of his head. It’ll be like that dude at the end of Raiders, only with eyes.  And then who will comfort Skull?