101st POST!

And it is, believe it. Such things have transpired since e'er I set my trithling fingers to a key. I would as lief ta'en grimbles to the raqtery croovis.


I am composing now more than once I did, which was not at all. I am writing... less. One outlet creative proffilcateth and another sundunderabangs. Such is the way of the life/world. In any case, my sundry compositions retain a tang of the filmi, the Zaptrack, the Origmods, and the long-named Russo-types. Hindi is going... more or less ambivalently, as it now must compete with French in the language timeslots of the everyday. Constant vigilence.

Anyway, in other news, Condi lied, but Woodward was sporting enough to tell us about it, for which I thank him most heartily. Thanks for that, and for that other thing with the other big powerful guy who may or may not have been worse than the one who's around right now.


Do you really represent us, woman? Last time I checked, we weren't a nation of perjurers.