Strolling down the yellow brick road...

Lordy, this is a bit funny.

I-Who swore I'd never blog. I- Who sniffed at such slimy wordology, and all the clitter-clacking of keys, journalizing one's life into pages that are cold and hard to the touch... [this said with my nose resting against the blinking monitor's screen]

Thus we all do fall. And tell stories... comes from being a compulsive worder, this HAD to happen, didnt it??

Geez. Anyway- Here then, in the annals of all that is role-play, subversion, politics, metaphysics and recipe-sharing....

I thus begin to blog.

Why does "munchkin" sound like a fatty t.v snack?

In a bit.. sic transit gloria mundi, there's an assignment to submit, and a bag to pack.