a_bed_time_story Twitch stringeddream: tell me a bed-night story aardvarkanne: *looks in bed-night story book* aardvarkanne: once upon a time aardvarkanne: there was a guy called sage aardvarkanne: and another guy called dallas aardvarkanne: and they got this here idea into their heads, to make a site aardvarkanne: but this wasn't just any old site, no it wasn't aardvarkanne: they wanted to make a site where people could ramble and pontificate in a bee-you-tiful sea of blue aardvarkanne: and it would attract not geeks or nerds or normal people, or any of the typical demographics aardvarkanne: it'd attract skites stringeddream: Skites? aardvarkanne: skites. aardvarkanne: paper sails stringeddream: wooow aardvarkanne: paper sails To catch the winds of our expression The nothingness that is our expression, the wanting-to-be-somethingness that it represents Inseparable from these expressions are the rules of order found in their chaos Like the strings that keep blatherskites tied to the ground aardvarkanne: and somehow, they knew it would aardvarkanne: and then it did, and for seven years they walked the earth aardvarkanne: flitting around in a seeeeeeea of blue aardvarkanne: like penguins aardvarkanne: (yes. penguins.) aardvarkanne: and sage and dallas went elsewhere, and newdream.net became an awesome hosting company... but its lonely little subdomain blather lived on aardvarkanne: and then aardvarkanne: i don't know what happens next stringeddream: neato story 060106 what's it to you? who go blather from