WTF?
In 1999, after a couple of years fiddling with that blogging thing on various other people's domains, I thought I had enough things to say to merit my very own corner of this here interweb. In 2007, I suddenly ran out of ammo. Thankfully, that didn't last forever... So, I'm back. Still not dead yet. Like a phoenix from the ashes. Behold.
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December 14, 2001
:: I hereby issue a public ::
I hereby issue a public apology for the utter craptasticness of the recent writing on this site.
This does not, however, mean it's going to get a whole lot better, at least not until I get more than 5 consecutive minutes to collect my thoughts. Don't worry, when it happens you'll know.
And in other news, I got my Christmas tree last night. It's huge. It's beautiful. It smells really really good. Did I mention I'm having a party? Apparently when Phineas invited Amy and Jima, Amy said she'd only come if she could have a funeral service for the tree. For all of you out there who feel similarly, I must politely request that you not attend. Because funerals just wind up leading to cremations and I can't imagine any good coming of that. Besides, my tree's got her own poem, which I read to her at night, so how unhappy can she be?
Necrophile.