Prometheus bound...

the gentlest of winds, the messenger of spring...yet my jealousy consumes...the rebel, giving comforts,cursed with forethought, punished by the gods, waiting for my hercules to save me from eternal torment...

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Welcome aboard wench

All you men, women, children, trolls, purple gremlins, were-rabbits. et al put your hands together and welcome aboard Anjali, who has been so kind as to join in me in getting this blog out of the boondocks where it is currently languishing.
Expect more wackiness. You have been warned.