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New Peoples: Hi!

I'm seeing new names in Semagic's nifty little thing, and on Joule. My spare time is really really scattered, because I'm really really scattered and my shifts at work are often as not 10 hours or more (last week was 45 hours in 4 days) and I read the entire friendspage more or less and I have things other than work that I do... so whether I add anyone back or even wander over to a journal to see, you know, who's there ... that's anyone's guess. Right now I've mostly been reading fic, hanging out with Support, and chilling out. Oh, and some writing too.

(This is a sleep-depped post, so it's not the most with that whole "flow" and "logic" thing.)

But. Hi. Welcome to the Lunacy. I'm not all funny/insightful all the time, and I may leave comments that I meant to answer entirely unanswered for a month because it was one of those things that Required Some Thought, so I couldn't answer it immediately and then it moved off the 25 most recent view in my inbox and got overlooked. And I'm weird and I'm random and I make a billion little posts from my cellphone and then I make scrunched-line formatted posts from e-mail between other stuff I'm doing at work and I ramble on, rather.

Consider yourselves warned; consider yourselves welcome.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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