09.06.08
The most amazing thing about this slumber is that I'm dreaming again, which I thought had been lost to memory or fantasy a score gone since. Long enough to wait, as short as a lifetime. While such passion play took the stage I had left the lair completely even while securing myself within giving me chance to socialize all that is without. I see these half‑familiar faces in the second row, under spotlight with footlights in their eyes, and more amazement follows wonder, sadness, and intense joy. Change of fate and fate of change I'll slip into my pocket but not lock it far from view.

07.23.07
What HO! My contact form appears to have been dysfunctional for some time, and no way to notice - thanks be to my sister who thought to check with me whether or not messages were making it thru. All the hazards of shared hosting, I guess. My hope is that this fix will last longer than a moment against the onslaught of pesky pests that try to abuse the internet, thus make it possible to contact me thru all the noise. The only fool-proof alternative is tin cans and string.

05.31.07
So much what ho and heave, and glad the Summer comes such mold and deep recess in the lair. I may call it version two point six. Or seven. I lost count. Webly is weirdspeak. It's holding up well, tho. And I keep finding treasures since Spring. I've added links to the far back, added content as able, and made improvements to every section even if it doesn't show. The season of adventure never waits, and I crave warm tempest like only once ever before.

04.10.07
Had only I sequestered to code there would be direct controls for special artists in the Lair. Updates in life happen faster than upgrades on computers, so it's best to go with what is present rather than wait for the bit brain to finish its task.

Picture gallery updates: The original file for an old illustration, the Dunroven Orca, has been found and the post updated; More importantly, a new artist has entered the frey - a special gal, fresh talent and raw energy.

04.06.07
What?!? No main page entries for March. Who cares? It's my month. MINE! And as for many years I've not even treated my day, I think it fitting I take the whole month.

But now it's April and I have no excuse, merely distraction. So many bits and pieces, tho not as many as before. And changes! Massive changes, at that only the trivial of them pertain to musing in coding and codas. There is family (to mind) and work (to be done)! I may need limit my choices between monkeys, carneys, and clowns.

And it's a tough choice. You know how I like to laugh.