I have been here for about two and a half weeks, and I am still alive. I'm sure some of you are disapointed, but fuck you guys, I am invincible on my home turf. It has been a weird blend of animalistic drinking and smoking and taking in the culture that can be found in the Edinburgh Festival.

You have not lived until you sneak a flask of talisker into an art gallery and wander through an exhibition of impressionist masterpieces. I felt queasy when I got to the Van Gogh, but fortunately for me, I didn't projectile vomit over an art work that is probably worth more than all the money I will ever make in my entire lifetime.

The DoD is rapidly approaching, but I feel Discordians have already been hitting the streets in Edinburgh. There are stickers on all sorts of random street furniture declaring that this bench or that lamp post belongs to Lionel Richie. I approve.

Note for all you 'tards who are planning to make it here on Saturday, bring light waterproofs. The rain has been depressingly constant, but still quite warm.

~Payne