You know how Mercury retrogrades just suck ass in the not-good way? Well, today is a Mercury retrograde. Majorly.

I was hanging out with Figment the other day -- I think this was Monday, right before the Car Incident, and reading through a rare AD&D book of his, one with stats on gods (the one that's got the stats for the Michael Moorcock and the Lovecraft gods vs. the newer editions that don't have that after the people associated with same bitched about it) and I realized, where the fuck is Mercury?

So I asked.

The answer I got back: I was the god of your childhood. You've grown up now, and you've been chosen.

Spooky, that.