Now wouldn't it be very silly of me if I failed to acknowledge that today is indeed Valentine's Day on this, my precious web site? Yes, I think it would. Be silly, that is.

Fortunately, I have the perfect lyric for the occassion.

[Bitscape gets up, pulls out a disc (even though it's stored on my hard drive, I'll use the cd because this is a special occassion), puts it into the DVD player, which allows the PCM datastream to travel straight to the amp via fibre, and...]

I dedicate this moment to all those twisted souls out there who have faithfully read this web page since.... whenever. Some, I know who you are, because you have told me. Others, I may have met personally, but never been aware that you read this. Perhaps there are even people who have never known me personally, but somehow bumped into this place, and for whatever strange and sick reasons, continue to read. (And of course there's also the people who have contacted me via email/irc, but never met personally. *ahem*fromBritain*ahem*)

Anyway, enough babble. Let's get on with it. And even if not all of you like the Great Reverend, well... I do. So there. :)

Without further ado, I will now play Valentine's Day, by Marilyn Manson. I encourage all those with the cd, or mp3, or ogg recording to do the same, and read along.

[Play]

[Bitscape just lets the disc continue into The Fall of Adam.]

Just let the volume RIP it apart during that part I call the "fascist" section. Yeah.

Any wounds, real or imaginary, may now be considered sufficiently cauterized.