Where I live 40h/week (in response to Amy's question)

Yes (and thanks for taking an interest in the poor captives), the fanged angel and I are indeed locked away in a cubicle-ish corner of the catacombs underneath the City on a Hill. Only once in a while I'm allowed to leave the subterranean chamber to see an indie movie with you. Or to participate in a ritual where a number of otherwise perfectly innocent citizens simultaneously feel the inexplicable urge to speak German with each other. Well, we can always blame it on the beer vapors rising from shining metal vats to waft around our heads at our haunt on Seabright, this side of the mountains. Not to talk about the beer in our bellies… It's probably a good thing it only happens once a month. Bis bald!