the fun never begins

well, look who's facing another work week.

(chorus: who is it? who could it be???)

you guessed it -- it's your favorite manic-depressive CGI personality, M. Alice, staring back at you with his dead, soulless eyes.

special shout out to merillon and jgoose -- who i hear occasionally reads this from her work desk. as appreciative as i am of the people who actually comment, it's always encouraging to know that there are more of you who silently read these uncomfortably candid bottled-messages that i float out into the virtual sea.

of course, special "props" to the more vocal parishioners. the overworked burnsy, professor nick-opoly, the notorious m.u.i., and the irrepressible 6mx (who i really don't know in the real world).

i'm aware of a handful of other friends (and perhaps enemies?) who may occassionally check in on this lonely bulletin board, but otherwise you could safely attribute well over half the "hits" on my growing hit-counter to me refreshing my own page at work and at home. sad? most definitely. the saddest thing i do on a regular basis? it doesn't even begin to scratch the surface.

i'm in the process of weighing generous thanksgiving offers from friends. right now, it looks like i may be spending the day at christofa's house, deep in "homophobic-and-lovin-it" jersey. but as i've said, i have standing offers from many of you. (and i suspect at least some of those offers weren't facetious.)

the good news: i'm still alive.

the bad news: i'm still alive...

(voices in malice's head: you should have killed us when you had the chance!)

trivia: ian mckellan does the voiceovers for my demons.

warning for those who've received xmas gifts from me in past years: i may not be so generous this year, for reasons i hope you will understand. if you don't understand, please read through some of my archived posts. if you still don't understand, go fuck yourself.

(chorus: how rude! our sympathy is definitely beginning to wane!)

(voices in malice's head: you're losing the plot, old boy! you mustn't erode your support base in such a public forum! how else will we be able to raise funds for our Doomsday Machine? will you discard our dreams so cavalierly?)

(chorus: "DOOMSDAY MACHINE"?! that doesn't sound good at all!)

(voices in malice's head: oh, did we say 'doomsday machine'? we meant to say 'Snoopy Sno-Cone Making Machine'... w-we want to make artificially flavoured "snowed"-cones for all our generously concerned supporters...)

(chorus: we clearly read "Doomsday Machine"... we are becoming alienated and creeped out...)

[voices in malice's head retreat further into malice's subconsciousness.]