Why did this happen?

It's simple really. While I was snoozing away one night next to She Who Must Be Obeyed in our quarters here at the Transglobal Epicenter, the angel Festiva (no relation to either that precious little car or the short lived coffee bar startup I put money into a few years back) reached down a furry tendril and planted it right on my melon. A night of feverish dreams followed, during which were made clear to me the tremendous need for quality online entertainment, the general concept of This Here Web Site, and the fact that I needed to replace my then-current pair of L.L. Bean Blucher Moccasins very soon indeed because people were mistaking me for a hobo.

I thanked the angel for Her wisdom and the timely footwear tip, and She replied "no problemo," which I thought was a little colloquial for a Life Changing Celestial Visit, but then I noticed that She was wearing a ponderously hideous Hawaiian shirt and a bunch of those gimp bracelets you make during Arts and Crafts period at summer camp, and I figured "Fahk, if she's the patron saint of quality online entertainment and she wants to keep it on the casual side, who the hell am I to tell her to tighten it up?"

I awoke the next morning suffering from what I can only describe as an acute case of Tendril Melon, although I have no real basis for comparison so I probably shouldn't editorialize. The throbbing passed soon enough, but not my determination to make manifest on the Web the vision the angel had presented to me. And besides, I had a bunch of crap I wrote a while ago lying around on my hard drive and I figured I may as well do something with it before one of my daughters decides that what my PC really needs is a refreshing drink of juice.

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