Bonfires dot the rolling hillsidesAll Souls Night by Loreena McKennitt
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound
Then came Netscape, giving the net a face with so simple a point-and-drool interface that even journalists could use it. The net became popular, the in thing. And so it died. It may still look like it's there, but that's just an illusion. It has been replaced with an evil monstrosity of "kewl" links, flashy but contentless graphics and cyber-everything. It used to be an anarchy, but it is rapidly being regulated into terminal blandness by the likes of US senator Exon.
The net isn't what it used to be.
Just about the only things of any interest here at this time are a few things I've written myself. They're mostly in Swedish. If you don't understand that language, then it's dadaist poetry. Some stuff is in english, like my incoherent ramblings on random things and some texts I wrote about roleplaying. There's also (of course) a smallish linkfarm, and a list of things I like or dislike.
In a fit of sanity I involved myself in the comittee for ConFuse '96. I'll be taking care of the 'net stuff, among other things.
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Calle Dybedahl