Wednesday, February 26, 2003

I swore off the Debbil’s Chatbox a year or two ago, thinking I would never use the accursed contraption again. And yet, a recent noble pursuit in academia necessitated the return of AIM. After instant messaging with a few gentle readers yesterday, it dawned on me that I really do enjoy chatting with y’all, and that the recent turn of events filled an AIM-shaped hole in me.

Topics multiplex and interesting ding-dinged at me: Asians who look like Mexicans, Norah Jones, psycho-blogs in the making, the necessity of digital cameras, IMChaos—all of these struck me as interesting, even if a bit silly at times. True, some conversations were brief, some a bit longer, but all of them were welcome, all of them worthwhile.

Truly, you are the Muses of Secondhand Rants. And not the Muses that will see the BACK OF MY HAND, I hasten to add.

I leave you with this profound thought, along with the assurance that your eyes do not deceive you; I increased the font to a more readable size.

Good night, dear reader, and forget not to close your windows. I hear the squirrels are out in full force tonight!