Progress?

I'm better at breaking Netscape 7.0 than I was at breaking Netscape 4.whatever-the-last-incremental-upgrade-was.

Pardon me if I go back to smoke signals.

The Result...

"...a raven, which went forth to and fro, until the waters were dried up from off the earth."

[Genesis 8, verse 7]

The ravens expectedly found there was no shoulder to settle on. Expectation made the absence no less real.

One raven holds a handful of memories, tucks them in a pocket, safe.

One raven holds a handful of memories, holds them up to the light, thinks: "There's three or four good songs in there and some images that might be useful somewhere (it already knows where).

The ravens fly on. With nowhere to land, the alternative is to ditch in the sea. The ravens will not drown.

Enough of the self-dramatizing. To work, vampire, on those songs and stories.