So here I sit, Sunday night of Labor Day Weekend typing out the first I hope, in a series of short missives and misques.  I’ve been feeling the need to stretch the creative writing muscles lately and haven’t had a place to park my perceptions.  Then I remembered this place, and the race was on… to find my password.  Seriously, it has been awhile, and I’m pretty sure that no one has ever stumbled upon this place, nor has read any of this drivel.  So why bother you (I) ask? Because I want to rant into the void.  I want to grasp at straws anonymously. I want to massage the medium as it were.  I hope you’ll stop by and give us a whirl from time to time.

This place pleases me. Love Imaginary Foundation as I do, would you?

I vow to step things up, and to start generating content as best I can with this limited 20th century understanding of these series of space-aged tubes and telecommunication doo-hickies.

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