Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)



guts and garters

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

Tuesday, August 21, 2001

He was dressed like me - uniform black - and strode forth with the sort of confident air I assume sometimes. I felt like I should give him the secret handshake. Then again, I'd probably be disbarred from the association for that flippant thought.

Canberra's weather is weird. Where else would I have to wipe rain off my sunglasses so I could see?

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