We're just cleaning up the cave here at Dice-Chucker Central after the fortnight-long bacchanalia that marked the first anniversary of me clogging up the internet with my vapid, pixelated fumes. Thanks to all of you who came by to help celebrate. Mrs. Dice-Chucker was most impressed with all of your behavior and says that you can all come back anytime. And, though we appreciated the sentiment, despite the presence of vintage DM screens and my Robert Smith haircut, it was not an 80s theme party so whoever brought the Bartles & James and cocaine, we put them out on the back porch; feel free to claim them at any time. Thanks again to everyone who dropped by this site over the past year.
An actual photo from the event. That's me holding the flaming punch bowl.