Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
I have quite enjoyed Cletus' tales of planetary mayhem over the past week, but I am, frankly, somewhat disappointed. Except for a fleeting mention of abducting earth women for immoral purposes, there has not been a whole heaping wad of spacegirls as I would have hoped. You know, maybe a former cyborg with a heart of gold, or a girl with big freckles, or big hair , or a mini-skirt-wearing Swahili speaker, or a jumpsuited, bare-midriffed queen with a big old pistol, or anything like that. These sorts of characters could be valuable additions to the story.
(But no big, grotesque, ugly, sluglike things, please.)
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