there's a star man waiting in the sky

why's he gotta be so fly
and why'd he make my mommy cry
he's a star man
...smushy smushy smootch

well. pardon my absence. AbSense. Absinthe.
Tiberius sends his greetings. It feels really strange and wholey unnatural to return to blogging right now. I feel creepy and taciturn.
I have so much to say that I feel like if I opened my mouth (i.e.keyboard) and let words spill in a vomitous flow that the massive density of it all would create a literary blackhole.
As y'all know, blackholes is serious business.

why...

...should i watch my back? that is not a very nice thing to say.

An update

Hi. Ms. Blancmangemoi has asked that I post a brief paragraph assuring you all of her continued survival and welfare. My name is solomon.

Amber and I would like to offer our thanks to those of you who have expressed concern about her well-being and whereabouts. La Fille du Fromage is currently working and inhabiting a small apartment with me and Tiberius, where we have been watching innumerable films, reading innumerable books, and eating a lot. Oh, and listening to the Wu-Tang Clan. We are quite content.

If you have questions or concerns for Ms. Pants, please feel free to email her. She does have access to email. Hopefully we'll have some sort of computer situation worked out soon, and you'll be able to hear from her directly once again.

Kind Regards,

solomon