If I must use this heap of technology for the hub...
...I may as well also use the only interesting feature here, which is this fascinating log. How novel. I especially like the little bouncing ferrets; they are quite ingenious.
Now that I have exhausted my supply of adjectives, I truly have nothing to say. But when has that stopped me from speaking? Surely, it never should. I will say three items very foolish indeed, as that is all I may aspire to, of course.
Item the First: Does anyone else think that this is an early April first's celebration? Or is it just myself? Ah, what a shame. I do think that it is odd that we take the word of a clearly insane computer that this havoc has any more serious source than a twisted sense of humour.
Item the Second: I find myself disturbingly picturing activities with llamas that any sane man would shy away from. Poor Lord Alden. How he must suffer.
Item the Third: The solution to all of this, I suspect, assuming it is indeed serious, will not be found in technology, nor will it be found in this hacking process our dear Ms. O'Brien appears to be attempting. My research has been turning up transdimensional mentions of those previously stranded in this manner; never of course all at once, but there are strange legends that I think may be accounted for this way. (Some of them are quite entertaining. There are a few that involve the most lovely examples of 'going native' that I have yet observed. One legendary figure claimed forty-two children on seven different wives; he clearly spent his time well.)
Until next time,
Juilliard Vichy
Now that I have exhausted my supply of adjectives, I truly have nothing to say. But when has that stopped me from speaking? Surely, it never should. I will say three items very foolish indeed, as that is all I may aspire to, of course.
Item the First: Does anyone else think that this is an early April first's celebration? Or is it just myself? Ah, what a shame. I do think that it is odd that we take the word of a clearly insane computer that this havoc has any more serious source than a twisted sense of humour.
Item the Second: I find myself disturbingly picturing activities with llamas that any sane man would shy away from. Poor Lord Alden. How he must suffer.
Item the Third: The solution to all of this, I suspect, assuming it is indeed serious, will not be found in technology, nor will it be found in this hacking process our dear Ms. O'Brien appears to be attempting. My research has been turning up transdimensional mentions of those previously stranded in this manner; never of course all at once, but there are strange legends that I think may be accounted for this way. (Some of them are quite entertaining. There are a few that involve the most lovely examples of 'going native' that I have yet observed. One legendary figure claimed forty-two children on seven different wives; he clearly spent his time well.)
Until next time,
Juilliard Vichy