catness@apocalypse.org... ellipsis queen... hypothetical paragon... femme fatalist... neurotic girlfriend...
queen of road food... wench of xanadu... housewife of the apocalypse... hot tub maven... perplexing paramour...
transient failure... noxious chemical woman/(ob)noxious chem chick... instigator royale... nihilist of the apocalypse...
fully operational death star... limiting reagent... jagged mirror... towel fairy... abandoned launderette...
redheaded goddess of the laptop universe... mistress of invective... catastrophic catalyst...
Warrior Queen of the RiceRocket Clan... St. Pretentia, patron of Chardonnay, snooty cafes, and Tango Analysis...
high speed grappling wench... La Priapasa... larval god... terminator chick... storage whore... ether bunny...
panda evangelist... dairy queen... marshall... psychic gf... a little touch of home to expatriate trailer trash...
keeper of the excessive green bars... owner of the second most boring home page in existence.

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Okay, I've given it a lot of thought.

I hate the web.

It's often ugly, misused, overly-designed, and more trouble than it's worth.
Perhaps I should stop contributing to that. Heh.

As I have said elsewhere, when I envisioned this far off Sci Fi future wherein everyone
would use a computer to do everything, somehow http wasn't the protocol I had in mind.

The net is a scary place to be, lately, and that degeneration is just kind of a function of
how societies work. More people seems necessarily to equate to less quality.

So, since how technology is used doesn't suit me anymore, it's time for my stuff to
vanish from the web. However, I'm loathe to take my site down completely; I've become
sort of attached in the last 5 years. So I'll just prune gently, until I'm psychologically
ready to blow this whole tree away.

You can still see some people...

And some aurally stimulating people...

I guess I'd forgotten the Denizens of Doom...

And it still says *snork*.

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