"The words of Lord Ursnell struck him as with a lash of fire."

            --Lady Ursnell, after the Battle of Pitdown

All right.  A friend of mine has been pestering me about my page, so here's the story: my old cyberhome was hopelessly outdated and, if you must know, a huge clutter.  I took it down, and on its razed foundations (because I felt I needed something) I have established a dumping ground of sorts.  If I come across something I particularly like, something that resonates with some chord in my life, or something that I think you, gentle reader, might enjoy, then I place it here--if I remember to or have time to or somehow summon up the energy to.  So.  I suppose this is, in some ways, a sketch of myself, but I've never really believed that a person can be captured on paper.  Of course, this begs the question of whether a person can ever really be known, but I don't feel like tackling these existentialities just now.  (I suspect I just created a new word.  Neat.)  I should also point out that a friend of mine has a similar page on her site, but hers is rather more organized, refined, and coherent than is this near themeless composition.  And on and on and on...

More of my babbling!  I am now going to attribute all works on this page to Anonymous.  This forces you, the discriminating reader, to judge for yourself what is good and bad, or at least what you like and don't like without seeing a name attached to a bit of scribbling and assuming it must be good because so-and-so wrote it.  If you really like (or really don't like) a particular piece, then you may email me, and I will generously share with you the name of the author.  Enough!

Ok, fine, I'll explain the background.  Basically, I found it on some random web page, and ever since I've been trying to find a way to use it.  As you can see, thus far I have failed, so I just put it here.  Deal with it.  It's not like you didn't choose to come here.