What if my personal playground on the Internet ws left fallow all these long months?

Nothing. I return to find it pristine and untouched. Unloved, cold and alone in a digital wasteland.

So I'm back.

Difficult to say for how long though. My attention is notoriously fickle.

Goats.com rules. What is an ass finger?

Is it a porn star or a ?My Little Pony

A quick read...lots of stories of 55 words.

This guy has fallen in love with an image of a girl he created on his computer. She doesn't exist. You'd think she would be attractive wouldn't you? Someone's dream girl? .You'd be surprised

Ever wanted to see trailers for films that don't exist? Now you can.

Awards - amazing. Chatted to a bunch of DJs and generally pretended to be important. I won't bore you with details.

A weekend at the Dedbeat Weekender has left me screwjacked and pissed off. Time to continue in my quest for satisfaction derived through not entirely hedonistic means...I mean, there has to be stuff out there right? I realise and indeed am quite happy with the idea that pouring intoxicants into our bodies is probably part of some greater quest for spiritual fulfillment or maybe even god...but then why is going to large parties so much more fun than, say, church or hours of silent meditation.

A glimpse of the infinite should be enough. But is always leaves me hungry to go back and check out the bits of infinity that I missed.

An affinity for infinity...
Bugger it. Go and check out some Counting Crows...that'll cheer you up.