Blogatron

Though the glue is still wet and the doily crooked, I thrust it into your shoebox anyway.

You may not know it, but I am glad you'�re here.

This internet thing is enabling my antisocial tendencies, the ones that cause me to shout "�YES! That is SO me"� when the Paxil Social Anxiety Disorder ad comes on. It is too easy to run away from the kind tendrils extended by readers, to not send the many deserved fan mails to other fabulous bloggers, to not let you know how gratifying it is that you put up with all this babble babble.

It�s high time I got over myself, don'�t you agree? Thus, to returning readers, to the kind people who link to me, to the bloggers who'�ve given me the mad props, I ask: will you be my Valentine? This is for you:

Darling Sweetheart,

You are my avid fellow feeling.
My affection curiously clings
to your passionate wish. My
liking yearns to your heart. You
are my wistful sympathy: my
tender liking.

Yours beautifully,
hilatron

Poem composed by the Ferranti Mark I Supercomputer

Posted by hilatron at February 14, 2003 02:29 PM