Okay so it turns out that despite the prophesies, I'm not dead. I died for your blog-sins (such as not using an lj-cut,
coveting another's blogging gold,
etcetera) and, as always happens when one does that, I got off scott free and was even resurrected. Now you owe me an eternal debt of worship ambiguously directed towards myself and/or my divine father/other-self, the
Flying Spaghetti Monster. That and the third member of our trinity,
Jesus Cthulhu.
But really, why aren't I dead? Well, we all assumed "emo-snal" was a reference to me. However...
There IS an
emo-snal!!
They haven't
posted since the 18th, I hope they're okay!! )=