More psychic resonance from the subconscious of the internet — today’s spam-as-poetry:

The primary degree, the place you’ll be able to not assist you to be interested within the girl. It’s imaginable to describe the place the place you will be at liberty in your home sales ring, in spite of everything, there’s no cash to development, despite the fact that now not via so long as you attempt to keep the appropriate girl. Now permit’s analyze the concept that of date.

Yesterday’s sun, to be more precise. This morning though, I can’t be pried away from my coffee.

*hisses at evil daystar*

Alas — with the recent half-death/zombification of my previous laptop, exile to the Swamp of the Great Unwashed, and my (most improbable) overly-extended stint as a corporate lackey, Solocrow has suffered the slings and arrows of my outrageous (but not surprising) inattention.

First things first: The ninjas live. Do not despair. (Unless you just want to; I get that — really.)

Second: New laptop, new features, new possibilities. The bad news? Stupid file transfers, system tweaking, gut-shuffling, and general cyber re-nesting angst. These things take time to iron out, which due to the aforementioned lackey status, presents an obvious challenge: how’s this bird gonna avoid her famously favored pitfall of procrastination?

That being said, the inherent awesomeness of The-Sparkly-New (gagetry) might be enough to overcome the gravitational pull of my apathetic half-assery. You’ll just have to wait and see.

Maybe whipped cream would help.

“I wandered lonely as a cloud…” murmured the black ninja aloud to himself.

Pfft. I bet Wordsworth was an insufferable ass while on vacation, thought the black ninja.

Maybe I should put on some of that fruity-smelling sunscreen, thought the green ninja.

Natives, thought the black ninja.