No, LoL, I am not dead.

However, I was disconnected from the Net for almost a whole day. Ughhkk, that will NOT happen again >=^P

I like it here way too much. =^D

The posts are still trailing, because it goes by number of DAYS, not posts. I could sit here all day, typing crap, and the old stuff wouldn't be buried in the Archives, where it belongs :^P I did, however, further truncate the number of days. How many? I'm assuming you can count ;^P

I did something today which will really really irk some people. To which I say: talkest unto the hand...

I discovered a new and dangerous power during my visit to the Wasteland: that of refusal.

In other news: a friend of mine is experimenting with style-sheets :^) It looks great :^D

I shall now retreat to a sanctified corner of this Web and do some ranting proper. ;^)

Also posting:

There will be changes to the look and feel of my site. I finally found a unifying background that will (hopefully) look good on every single page, giving the place a much more continuous look. Although I will sort of miss the way it rambled before...

Ah well. Yaay for continuity :^P

And also, in the interest of aesthetics in this log, I cropped the number of visible posts per set from umpteen down to five. Should make it easier to find what you're looking for ;^)

Small running note: I had to take the images down. My remote-host crapped out on me. Boo, hiss!

I really hate to trip, but I gotta, Lo'
As they croak I see myself in da pistol smoke...

:^) Where did that come from? Who knows? Who cares?

Mememememememe. :^D

I really do feel good, just hollowed out. My allergies are killing me--I'm on double-dosage, heavy-duty pills, and it's making me edgy. And loopy. And perfectly altogether willing to scream at my service providers for suddenly skipping out on me. =^P

Anyhow....

In Which It's "Unbelieveable"

It's happened.

Now even the Empress calls me Mileena.

Seriously. I opened my Inbox this morning, and there's the salutation. "Hi, Mileena. Wow, cat got your tongue?" Thank you, darling dear heart, but my tongue is none of your business. ;^P And what about all those nasty, mean, hurtful things I said? Shall I take them back? Shall I abase myself before my Emperor and Her Grace, and beg their mercy?

I think not. This record is a music box--open it, and you have no choice but to listen. Or close the lid, whichever comes first. But you cannot make it stop playing. You can only wind it down, and then only if you have the key. Which, I assure you, Milord and Milady, you most certainly do not.

Oh wait, I forgot. I failed to answer her questions, and she's feeling all peeved and bothered about it--her standard modus operandi. She may not know about this aimless chronicle at all. Which is nothing if not odd--the link is there in plain view. It's just that nobody ever bothers to click it, for some strange reason ;^)

And in other news...

The bassist of EMF (they recorded the '91 hit "Unbelievable") died last week at the age of 31. Circumstances have not yet been disclosed...and this time, I made sure to verify the proper age ;^P Whoa, another one for the "Who's Dead" file. Where have all the cowboys gone?

Err wait, strike that "cowboy" thing from the record. If word gets out that I actually LISTEN to the crap on the radio, my image will be forever damaged. *Grins in embarrassment*.

Ah, what the Hell.

Have a nice day, peeps.

~The one they call Mileena ( ;^P )