March 4, 2004

Greetings, my little chickadees. It is I, David, the deposed blog emperor of The Search for Love in Manhattan, who never stopped scheming and plotting a triumphant return from exile. As usual, you are all commanded to visit (and link to) my own web log, Upside-down Hippopotamus. Or else.

Oh yes, or else.

The topic of the day is, appropriately, war. It is everywhere: hostilities in the Middle East are far from over, Haiti is a nightmare, and the upcoming elections promise to be a bloodbath of figurative but epic proportions.

On the homefront, I have not only taken over Faustus

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6 Responses to Greetings, my little chickadees. It

  1. zenchick says:

    Hey David:
    watch your back!
    {{ominous music plays}}

  2. How about sculpting the heads of fluffy bunnies into topiaries?

  3. orbicon says:

    Oh David. I tried to download LUX to kick your ass, but, apparently I have downloaded way too much porn on my laptop to do much else.
    Oh, well. Back to the dirty movies.

  4. anon says:

    The reason you are so martial is that March Forth is a command!

  5. Convivia says:

    Oo, but what about TETRIS?

    I can spend hours and hours putting pretty colored things away neatly.

  6. David says:

    Zenchick: It’s my front I’m worried about.

    Ruggerjohnnyd: I would not dream of impeding you from doing so.

    Orbicon: Get an external hard drive for your porn and let’s rumble!

    Anon: That is the most profound thing I have encountered all day.

    Convivia: In that case, you are welcome to an extended stay in my apartment. The only problem is that my things are not quite so pretty, nor is there really space to put them away neatly. But even so.


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