Space travellers! Time travellers! It all sounds very grand, and yet we all do it every day. That's what is so lovely about the ho-hum. It's really hocus-pokus. Just look a little bit more closely. Boredom is the first resort of the small-minded. Or would that be sarcasm? Sarcasm is pretty boring once you've practiced it for a while. Movin' on up!

It was our intent here at the hop to provide you with some entertaining reading of a decent length this morning. Unfortunately, a clean sweep of personal "E" accounts, a review of how they are connected to one another, and a massive clean-up of spam-spam-spam-spam-wonderful-spam-glorious-spam and old messages (hereafter and forevermore referred to as "E"s, new and old) needed to be undertaken. I dived in (not dove; a dove is a bird, not a verb) and wrestled the kraken. It pulled me down, down, down, to its dark abysmal home. Fortunately, I can hold my breath for a very long time as I am used to travel in places lacking any oxygen at all. (Most of you dear readers can relate, yes? Holding your breath for the next instalment, here?) I cut through the electric webbings of the monster's prison and swam to freedom. It is nice to breath again. Put Radiohead's "The Bends" on. It is the day's prescribed listening. Go back in time! To the nineties! Why would anyone want to?!
Love,
zpzmn!