Hello, Walls

If my blog were a Terminator movie, we'd be some ten minutes from the credits, with G.p sandwiched in some gigantic trash compactor, seemingly dead, likely impaled, and utterly defeated. All the skin and pleather brutally stripped away, a once coolly efficient CSS engine exposed, looking like so many pirated parts dumped on a trash heap. The uncaring fires of industry reflect off a symbolic, and symbolically smashed, pair of Ray-Bans. Our cause—admittedly, a vain and rather modest one—seems in peril. Yet then: a blinking red indicator, a snare drum, two snare drums. A helpful clarification: the deus ex machina is in fact an alternative power source! Do you see that tiny techno flicker of life in that forgotten corner of your RSS reader? That's no garbled signal—that's hope for a sequel.

I've got a lot of metaphors to catch up on, so let's not waste any time switching gears. I'll spare you the tediously long story and say that I'm paying much closer attention to my domain registration now.

Hello, blog. I see that you're still here.