hey there. i was just about to get into some serious doing of something and i figgered what better time than ahora to get into some blabbing on blabberville acre. so, uh, fuckn howtoe is still strung up like a damn typewriter intern's spleen on front street. serially! heh. didn't even mean it to be that actually meaningful. at least to me. it's really quite pedestrian but at the same time chronicled in a way that although it's totally ununderstandable it can be quite easily dialecticized by the proper authority. eh, ferget it.