2003-12-11 - 12:55 a.m.
A recipe: several pints of beer, bilious nachos, a six-pack of Heineken, Palinode, Mirabile Visu.Mix well. Shake. Shake again.
Shake some more.
Turn container over. Let treacly mess drip out on countertop. Gather spoons from kitchen cupboard; collect treacly mess from countertop, deposit in waste bin. Order pizza.
Then, go here and discover what happens when Palinode and Mirabile Visu get a little drunk and decide to create a more or less pointless automatically-generated blog.
It concerns us both greatly, as we titter and giggle before the flickering ion-cannon, that this Vanamundi business may actually draw more traffic than our own web creations... or that, worse, we may in fact become more interested in charting its random progress than in producing mindful text ourselves.
We have learned valuable lessons from this drunken experiment, however:
1. Palinode has no luck whatsoever managing the Mirabile Visu keyboard after a few pints.
2. Mirabile Visu seems strangely unaffected by beer in terms of typistry, but is still confident that he will regret typing all of this.
3. Neither Palinode nor Mirabile Visu will ever, however, regret the creation of Vanamundi, as the nascent blog will bring about a new age of human virtue and enlightenment, clothing the sick and curing the naked. Won't it be grand? Cleave to the magical, spellbinding, love-you-guys words of Vanamundi, the light on the bloggy world. And look well upon the morsels at left, for Vanamundi enters the list, hungrily, blood dripping from bloggy teeth, craving the top spot, yearning for the day he stands above Palinode's crushed, bloodied frame and shouts, "I..... LOVE.... YOU.... GUYS....!....!"
Here endeth Book the First of Vanamundi. For apocryphal tales, click thy mouse upon Palinode and behold the rich red colour of sockeye. Within are contained the Lesser Books of Vanamundi, chronicling the Earliest Days of His Great Love For You Guys, and the rise of Vanamundi's Age of Bloodshed and War.
Thank you. And good night.
This blog entry brought to you by Heineken and poor judgment.
