Thursday, January 03, 2002
It being now the 4th day of the 2002th year of our lord, I find myself sitting at a terminal, wondering what this "blogger" buisness is, and what I have let myself in for. Having been told by mine close friend c that I should post something apon this bee-log -- if that is how one prounces such a word -- I now do so, and with a style, flourish and pace of which I am well known far and wide across the planet. As much as I doth want to post something long and varied here about my recent experiances with the dreaded teapot alien race, I am forced back to work configuring my samba setup (blasted thing wont let me log in), in order that I do not get over distracted by this phenomena which I do hereby state that I shall prounce forever more "bee-log".
Yours Sadly wishing he didn't have a misconfigured samba,
--- D
Yours Sadly wishing he didn't have a misconfigured samba,
--- D