March 22, 2011
The ramifications of the new project are myriad sprouting in my fertile imagination like hyper-fertilized dandelions or over-sexed Lemmings. Gotta be a Monty Python sketch in there somewhere. Hell, my entire life, so far, has been a Python sketch run amok. So, why aren't I laughing? Some humor gets lost in the translation, let's face the grim facts. Back to the place of creation was a meeting place designed to become invisible as soon as entered, forgotten, soon has exited. The black hole remaining fed the lions of disrepute too easily and too quickly. Therein lies the clue.