wetly bursting forthward

I always suspected that this "Internet" would one day make something of itself. And so it has, gloriously climaxing in this: Letters meticulously arranged in such a fashion as to precisely represent various concepts and ideas.

This weblog is the gate between worlds. In binary terms, consider it the hermaphroditic '2', to the lady 0 and brother 1.

I could go for a sandwich made entirely by science.

This is a breath of fresh air and you know it! Onto the facts, Jack:

- This morning I awoke in a bed of lettuce, moistened with dew.
- When I rubbed the sand out of my eyes the resultant sparks set fire to my draperies, which were given to me by the Pope.
- Using only a handful of grass and a lock of my own hair, I thoughtfully weaved a weblog.

That's it for now, that's all. Catch you on the flippy dippy.