You think I'm crazy now, but just wait until they make their move..

Hmph. Teach me to assume that because I have a viable internet connection on one day, I'll have it on the next, too. I swear, my ISP is powered by epileptic gerbils. Or maybe they're evil gerbils. Yeah, that's it. Gerbils that hate me, and chortle in wicked glee as they watch me (through their super-secret hidden gerbil spy cameras, of course) flail around, screeching at my computer, "Work, blast you! Why won't you work?! Whyyyyyyyy?!!!" It's all part of their plan for world domination, I have no doubt. Get people hooked on the internet, then use it to drive them STARK RAVING MAD, then conquer us and set up their gerbil empire with humanity as their insane-but-tractable slave labor force. It's so obvious.

Stupid gerbils.


I need some sort of "catching up" song. Something with a steady rhythm and words that don't distract. Like a sea chanty for reading my flist. That sure would be handy for times when it's at skip=aiiieeeee!!!, like now. If only you guys weren't so interesting. Be more boring, people!

Right, back to the gummy octopi and ye olde flist. Huzzah!