The much heralded return to originality

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Here I sit in a library next door to the school from which I am taking my lunch break. My current readin' book sits next to the keyboard so I can find my place while the next screen loads. Only to promptly lose it at that moment.

I am at work on a number of things.

I know what book I want to write yet, but it's a tricksy one, and one I'm loathe to attack without a contract.

I have been designing a handful of new shirts for the Thtore (see sidebar) (announcement coming later this week).

I am working on various web-based art that will delight the masses or kill them for resisting.

Um.....

Yeah, so I am totally being creative and crap.

But that's not what the title of this post was referring to.

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My goodness! but I can be an obscure bastard.

I certainly feel guilty about it, for though I may be the world's only Baizzerist, I am still antiartsyfartsy. It's a terrible existential dilemma to find onself in, but whachagonnado?

In my case, type:

asdjkasfdjkasbjtrugkb vkjibukrilu8w48vrkbbjkasv uhec

Which is lovely.

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I am theric.

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More sensible content coming soon. Perhaps as early as today.

Don't hold your breath enless you have some of that sweet liquid air. That stuff is awesome.