2003-12-30 - 8:50 p.m.
I had a bunch of wonderfully clever and insightful things written minutes ago for a Mirabile Visu update, when suddenly, send-button as-yet-unclicked, Windows performed one of those charming little implosions it is so known for. (I absolutely adore it when that happens, and sometimes want to hug my computer for the dizzy joy of it all, hug it tightly, squeezing its last breath out of the exhaust fan port. Yep. Love that.)So instead of reading some new and interesting Mirabile-Visu-ism, read this old Mirabile-Visu-ism in which I talk about Y2K and Skype and whatnot, and piss and moan about computers.
Depressing, really, to think that given the way I've been posting lately, this might well be the last Mirabile Visu muttering of 2003. It doesn't ship out 2003 with a witty send-off or anything. Apologies for that.
At any rate, if this turns out to be true, and I don't post anything until 2004, then just pretend that I had a wonderful piece in here full of piquant wit, piquant savvy, and piquant barbecue sauce.
Happiest of happy new years to y'all. I'll see you in January after we all sober up and Gandalf's had his birthday marguerita.
In the interim, if you're dying to read something truly hilarious, why not try the Palinode's festive greeting, which is possibly the funniest thing on the web? You could do worse.
Now then, begone 2003!
