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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, July 06, 2000

Gasp, choke, hack. (This is the sound of me inhaling my drink as I read the email that has landed in my inbox.) Wheezing: "Holy crap!"

Apologies for my lack of eloquence, but you see, I've just received email from and had my site discovered by Helen Razer. This name means nothing to non-Australians, I imagine, and probably nothing to Australians outside a certain demographic. But I'm smack-bang in that demographic, and it means quite a bit to me. I am really quite flabberghasted that Ms Caustic Radio herself has noticed my site. Moreover, thinks I'm a "linkiotastic empress". I shall wander off in a haze (added to by the hallucinogenic properties of carbonated beverage applied directly to the sinuses). Until I come back in some form of coherence, why don't you go play at Big Fat Radio, which appears to be Ms Razer's newest project.

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