Ah, Dylan...times are changing. Now you can't use blogger without a google account. Luckily I have one, but wouldn't it be nice if people could just leave well enough alone for a change? Things were fine like they were.
If I wanted to use google for a blog, I would have explored the option myself. Now it's not an option at all; it's a directive. I don't like directives, my dear.
From the Prophets: our deepest condolences go out to the friends and families of the injured and dead at Virginia Tech. None of us were at the school, but some of us work in academia, and things like this hit us close to home. And of course we hate to see fellow human beings suffer. We are shocked at this tragedy and express our greatest sympathy.
I find myself world-weary today, Dylan. It's a strange world out there. It sometimes beats the romance out of me.
Hearts All a-Flutter is currently on hold. My advice to you is currently on hold. I find myself blue and crying at every little thing, or for no reason at all. Perhaps you should give me advice for a change. What's a girl to do?
Bless your heart, Dylan. As the poet once said, I stop somewhere waiting for you.
Come find me if you dare.
For the rest, Brendan West-Moreland vows to post a site update soon, and my dear friend Bergle Flickle will be writing here soon. We bid you good day until then, and beyond.
Anastasia McKelmurray of
www.mischievousprophet.comEmail:
amckelmurray@gmail.comComing soon to this space: Bergle Flickle