Hey, wow. Immediate retraction. Not even Jive Records can beat that.

That was a strange last entry, huh? I have the weirdest sense that I'm sublimating my anger, and it's causing this kind of communicative constipation. Umm . . that's not the right phrasing. Communicational constipation? I don't know. But, see, case in point.

But, to hell with it. I'm not going to explore my hidden, supressed anger right now, because Dust just showed me the keys to unlocking a movie in which Pete Wisdom plays a shifty librarian named Gurst-- and I don't feel it, at all.

All I want to officiate is: when I was explaining the not sending out feedback thing . . I didn't mean that I'm indifferent to the characters and therefore indifferent to the stories and their writers, and hence don't care about expending energy writing to them. What I meant was, I feel removed from the characters, and hence outside the community, and therefore not in the proper position to be sending feedback to anybody. Y'know?

So, basically . .

It's not you. It's me.

And now I really am gonna go. I get the semi-queasy feeling that I'm going to want to work on, like, an X-Men musical. I should never have made that Ziggy Stardust comment.

Alestar
I didn't know you could get down like that.