April 26, 2004

A grand welcome

A heartfelt thankyou to all the Magnificent Munuvians who stopped by to welcome me to the munuvement for (Blog)World Domination.

Unfortunately, the interviewing for, finally getting hired for, and adjusting to my new employment has directly coincided with my arrival on these hallowed shores. There just hasn't been time to get myself properly settled in here, and I'd like to do my setup well right from the start. I have some things to test, tweak and torque before I settle on the final design, so it will no doubt look like a Frankenblog around here for the next week or so. I'd hoped to have the grand opening May 1st, but will have to see if that's possible, as I'm being thrown to the wolves at work this week. (Fellow team member is leaving for 2 weeks holidays after only 2 days of training on her tasks.)

In the meantime, please feel free to drop in on me at Light & Dark the Typepad Edition until I formally join the ranks of the enlightened.

I would be remiss if I didn't say a special thank you to Pixy for making this switch possible. I'm really looking forward to being a part of such a strange interesting group.

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April 03, 2004

You Are Old, Father William

Lewis Carroll

"You are old, Father william," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head--
Do you think, at your age, it is right?

"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."

"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And you have grown must uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned back a somersault in at the door--
Pray, what is the reason of that?"

"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his gray locks,
"I kep all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment--one shilling a box--
Allow me to sell you a couple."

"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak--
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."

"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
That your eyes was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose--
What made you so awfully clever?"

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father; "don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs!"

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