A few minutes ago, I awoke from my evening sleep, feeling quite bleary eyed, but currently able to sleep no further. Having not eaten since lunch, the standard expectation would be that I would be hungry by now, but I am not. I feel quite full. Armadillo really doesn't skimp when they pile on those plates of burritos.

I'm feeling very antsy right now, and not because of the agitating music penetrating the walls of my ears from 5 directions. My room has, over the course of the past N weeks, once again regressed into a state of absolute disorder.

[/me just thought of another horrible idea for yet a ramblings markup feature that will almost certainly never be implemented, unless Bitscape suddenly gets an extreme surge of ambition unmatched in recent memory. Unlikely, but never to be ruled out.]

I should do all my ramblings in pure xml, and define my own dtd for all of it, and I know it.

Time for something a bit more soothing.

No, I do not care to elaborate any further regarding the meaning of my cryptic tytle, thank you. (No, tytle is not a typo. Well, actually it is, but this time, I have decided not to correct my monkeyfingers' odd s/i/y/ tendencies of the day.)

'xcweeze me. This lyric, inputs both visual and audio, has taken me for a moment.

Shall I exhert the effort to bore and annoy the readers by transcribing? Sure. Why not.

Oh, what would we do without our pop stars to pass on 15th century religious poems to the common postmodern masses? Spoonfeeding what would otherwise be left in unknown obscurity to all but the diligent 0.01%. Yes, I did say religious poem. From long ago. I wouldn't have guessed it either, had this not been spelled out in the insert. Or maybe calling it a letter to God was just their way of getting it past the censors in those days. (Ironically, in this day and age, such a declaration affirming the fusion of the spiritual and the sexual is almost certainly more likely to invoke the ire of self-appointed moral arbiters. But what the hell do I know about the ways of 15th century censors, anyway?)

Once again, Bitscape talks out of his redundant ass.

This is why frequent ramblings with no point are stupid. I have maybe 1 sentence worth of timely semi-relevant information to convey (if that), but since I've already bothered to open the window and run the 'ramble' script, I feel this irrational urge to try to "entertain" the readers, and so inevitably end up spouting uninformed nonsense that, more often than not, makes me look like a complete idiot.

Oh well. At least tonight, I haven't resorted to putting up links to pr0n sites. Yet.

I shall now take the rational path, and end this here. I might even do a little to straighten things up around here before second bedtime, but don't count on it.