MIRABILE VISU

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What if... there were no hypothetical situations? What then? WHAT THEN?! - 2004-09-20
Apologies, errors, atonement. - 2004-06-12
Nine eternities in bargain-bin doom. - 2004-06-01
And whiles they spake, the door of the microwave was opened. - 2004-05-25
Life beyond the pale. Hee. Doot. - 2004-05-24



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2003-09-27 - 4:24 p.m.

Be not afraid -- I will not spend my week away from work neglecting the diary -- I am simply too devoid of funny at the moment to move in a webloggy direction. Fresh out of funny, momentarily bereft of witty and of entertaining, I have only boring and dull in stock. I could offer photographs of my cat, if I had a cat. I could post recipes. I could sift through the boxes in my closet in search of some horribly saccharine high-school poetry and post it on a black gothy background in a wine coloured font, changing my name from Mirabile Visu to, I don't know, Maledicte Visu or somesuch. I could offer dozens of links to pages that list links to web pages.

Trust me: this is for the better. I'll be back when the shipment of funny arrives -- sometime tomorrow.


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