(I do know there's heavy stuff going on in the real world, but have no impetus to blog about inaugurations, violent incursions, recessions and other what-have-yous)
so, ramble ramble ramble...


I was just looking over my (now slightly reconfigured - thank-you [?] DA management) profile page and noticed that I was listening to Weekend America the last time I posted.
Ages and ages (almost 8 months) ago.

A victim of the current economical cluster@#^%, the show has recently been canceled and now broadcasts its last.
Reason enough to transfer some fleeting thoughts into pixel format.

So goodbye John Moe & co. I will miss you. Your show was an excellent Saturday soundtrack. And the local NPR is replacing it with *gaps* something called "Marketplace Money". Oh come on. Listening to some schmo asking if putting $1000.00 a month away in their IRA is enough is almost as endearing as overhearing some stick-insect bimbette complain about all the weight she's been gaining.

Meanwhile, lurking on the extreme fringes of the A:TLA fandom I had managed to notice the seismic eruption of disillusionment dismay and rising despair gripping its many members. Right now (beware, hideous sentiment coming) I'm almost glad that the general suckiness of season 3 has made me stop caring. It may have saved me from extended grief in the long run. *shrugs*

My mind has now been completely diverted. I've been reading Naruto, Tsubasa, 'Holic and some other mangas, and while I find them compelling enough, none have totally tugged at my heart the way A:TLA did in its heyday.
But the Order of the Stick has wormed it's way into my soul. And then came the events of 426-427, putting one of the awesomest characters ever in great peril (my fave is either dead or turned evil, possibly both). And then the updates slow down. Wiley Web writer Burlew - you toy with my heart!