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Only a couple of links so far: Blogs: My blog DaFalcon's Aerie Pratchett stuff: The L-space Web Addicted to Discworld Other Stuff: Amnesty International |
Hello and welcome to my little corner of the internet. As you can see, webpage design isn't my strong point, so first of all I'd like to apologise to anybody who is rendered unable to see by visiting this page. I assure you, the damage is only temporary... I hope. In better news, for those of us still at high school at least, the holidays are finally upon us! And as for holidays that are actually holidays, I have only days until my last exam of the year. Looking ever further forward, in days i will have finished high school forever! All those of you who have already finished high school, please refrain from any smug comments, please... Secondly, I have to point out that there isn't actually much stuff on here. As time goes by, I'll probably find some appropriately useless stuff. But for now, this is it. Click the link to view them all, or to add your own. View My Guestbook or Sign My Guestbook Random emoties section: star wars emotie ==>  lovey dovey emoties ==>   More random pictures, now of penguins! 
 Those of you with dialup, for whom those pictures take a while to load, I'm sorry, really I am. Spiegel By the way, did you find the invisible message? It's right there in front of you. To be sure, it was intended for my eyes, not yours, but why let that stop you? If you can see invisible messages, that others cannot, you have a right to read them. But then, if you can see the invisible message, you can probably also see the nice men, in nice black suits, with nice black glasses, who are coming to take you to ... a better place. Then again, you might not be able to, seeing as how there are no nice black men, in nice black suits, with nice blakc sunglasses standing behind you. Of course there aren't. Why would there be? I mean, you're perfectly sane. Its not you who's imagining reading about secret messages, it's everybody else who's mad, because they can't see the messages. Come to think of it, who said anything about them being secret? And it's not your fault that they can't see the nice men, in the nice black suits, with the nice black sunglasses. You know, the ones standing behind you. You can't see them either. Hey, maybe it's true that there are no nice men, in nice black suits, with nice black sunglasses. What am I saying? Of course there aren't any nice men, in nice blakc suits, with nice black sunglasses standing behind you. Why ever would I think that? Fee, fi, fo, fum I smell the blood of an asylum |
