And what a lovely ramble it was too, Kelda.
I've been on here one day, one hour and thirteen minutes, and I have to say, I'm awfully ashamed. I'm in the midst of writing, as a friend put it, The Four Essays of the Apocalypse, and it's way too easy to just pop in here to see what's happening whenever I lose steam.
I popped in to IMDB yesterday to keep an eye on things, and, strangely enough, it felt weird. I started to get kind of sad not knowing who was on at the same time, and not being able to modify my text very much, and oh, all sorts of things. It just didn't feel comfortable. It's like running into an old boyfriend: while you remember the good times, part of you wonders what you ever saw in them. Anybody else have that feeling? I like it here. It's homey.
And now you've set me off trying to remember what Studly's name was before SoupNazi. *Thinks for a long minute* Was it VinceThe Fox? Or was that someone else?
Kelda, always go for the nice guys. They're rare.