Pashtly Daze

*takes offense* Of course repulsive humans (such as the undoubted author of this drivel) were somehow mistakenly omitted from the final draft. I submit that the writer recognized his race's innate ignorance and inability to cope with existence as the single most disgusting beings on the earth.

As for humans identifying to closely with "mythical" races.... ah, no. That is not the problem. The problem arises when beings such as myself identify too strongly with humans. It is much like visiting a petting zoo and cooing over a baby ewe, then going out to eat veal. I cannot let myelf dwell on this for too long. I cease.

When a picture is sincerely worth more than a thousand words... I find that Michaelangelo's rendition of his god is quite appealing in sunglasses. I need to convince Ree to buy a pair, but her pathetic human eyes are weak and require glasses anyway. She is too inept to wear contact lenses so she could look nicer and wear RayBans. It is amazing, the quality of those sunnies...

*bloodshot glares to everything* Well, is this not delightful. Not only is Ree's little computer not working, neither is her full computer. I simply desire my news and weather, yet for that I spent an hour attempting to coerce Ree's machine to work. That preceded another hour in a public computer lab to obtain the weather report I wished to read.

Fortunately, the weather at least looks pleasant. Now Ree shall have no excuse for not dressing sexily. Her prior excuse has been "It's too cold!" Even she admits that the weather predicted for tomorrow is very comfortable -- when not wearing long jeans. I have been proposing all week or longer that she wear a nice skirt. She happens to be a terrible prude. Silly vapid fleshheap. Knowing this, I suggested one of her most conservative skirts. The child! She does not wish me to tell the details of her clothing. She never or rarely listens when I grudingly tell her that she really is very good-looking. Of course, I prefer olive-skinned petites. That does not change the pleasurable length of her gorgeously curved legs.

Oho, now she does not want me talking again. I do not think I could name a more self-conscious being. I had been planning to extoll more of her virtues, but her stupid pride refuses to acknowledge her physique as an asset. I see why her friends do not always like to spend much time with her. Certain moods of hers are nothing if not repulsive, a fact she has yet to discover -- not for any dearth of attempts to show her!

Ah me. The Internet connection here has been spontaneously going down. Peculiarly, this pleases Ree. She thinks she has fixed small computer now, and says that perhaps if the network has been incomunicado, the fault in her full computer might actually lie within the network. I do not exactly follow her meaning, but from her inane chatter, I surmise that as of this moment, both her computers may be entirely operational. This pleases me. This pleases me very much, to be truthful, and if results show that she is correct, she should be extremely proud of herself as well.

;) I have managed to mock-annoy her by pressing her to visit, ah, certain websites that she discovered and that I read with great interest the other day. It continues to astonish me that she was able to find such places connected from a "Christian" website. I shall never understand the followers of the carpenter and his fishermen. They put up such a pious front. I do not comprehend the reasoning behind this front. In my day (to sound wrinkled and aged ;), religion was a simple matter. Men chose the deity they honored above all others, or they chose to merely obey the most stringent edicts regarding the gods. We did not attempt to convert anyone, certainly not the peasantry -- ah, but Ree is wearying and in need of sleep. I shall walk her home. *blows a kiss*

*shrieks* Why is every mechanical device attempting to procure my rage today! Foolish toys. First Ree's little toy will not obtain my newsfeeds for me. Then I read a spare comment of Ree's in which she refers to me as "silly". Idiot that she is. MY site looks much fancier than hers and it took far less effort on my part as well. It is my approach to all things in life, but she will not see it that way. Such a child.

Simply to annoy me further, I seem to have mistyped some anonymous thing on the computer keyboard. The result of that particular keystroke appears to be "anger the vampiress" by vanishing her half-completed essay of irritation! *hisses* Evils of technology. I am no "old fogey", of course -- I am ever young, as a fresh lotus blossom -- yet I find that most modern "conveniences" are not at all convenient. They are instead cumbersome, and quite good at using more time than they "save".

However, Ree, my pet, persistently prods me into acting as a denizen of the Internet, so I shall do my best to play the part. I imagine she will be pleased with the challenge of porting this template into DiaryLand format. She thinks it should be possible, at least.

Bah. I have more that I could expound, but I find tantilization a treat in itself. Therefore I shall put off further words.

This layout is.... most intriguing. Yes. "Intriguing." I shall have to ask my dearest Ree if this would work on DiaryLand as well, with subtle modifications -- I do not believe DiaryLand allow files except HTML edited on their site, and images for paying hostees. However, it seems to me that there may be a workaround utilising DiaryLand's own template/archive system, somewhat different from that used by Blogger. I am aware that I already link back to Blogger by default. I am equally aware that my tentative little site is entirely a Blogger operation, and that it is not wise to bite that hands that feeds oneself.

Speaking becomes tiresome. Perhaps I will expound further some other time.

Mmmmm.... so this is "blogging," is it? Detestable colloquialism, yet I believe the practice itself may serve to please me.

We shall see. *seductive, close-lipped smile*