Wednesday, January 07, 2004

Pickles on the Left

You may have noticed that the orange panel on the left, once the home of the Nero Fiddled Flooble Chatterbox, is now filled with pickles. That's because in my last entry, I asked for suggestions as to what the space might be good for now that the Chatterbox was but a memory, and Brandon Barr suggested filling it with pickles. And he is the LUCKY WINNER of the elaborately successful what-do-I-put-there contest -- so there it is. Pickles. In fact, I'll put anything you want in that space. Keep the torrents of suggestions coming, my friends! Challenge me!

Isn't it funny that I still haven't written anything about the fact that Amanda and I are about to move into the apartment of our dreams in Midtown Manhattan?

Maybe next time!



Thursday, January 01, 2004

Noah Diamond

is trying to get his picture to come up on Google's image search. Bear with him as he embarks on this egomaniacal flight of fancy.




























Monday, December 29, 2003

Death of a Chatterbox

What you see on the left, my friends, is the rotting carcass of what was once a Flooble Chatterbox. The chatterbox, you see, is a delicate entity, so delicate it can perish from indifference. It's gone now. It's gone now because you killed it by not posting anything on it.

And think of me. What am I to do? How am I to go on maintaining this website faithfully and good-heartedly when lying there, just to the left of the main text pane, is the hollow, airy nothingness which once filled my heart with assorted dillydallies?

Are we not fortunate to live on Earth? Are we not ignorant of further planes? If a man eats cheese every day of his life, and then one day when he's a hundred years old he doesn't have any cheese and he dies, was it natural causes, or was this man fatally addicted to cheese? Neither -- he fell out the window.

Now how am I going to fill that space?



Tuesday, December 16, 2003