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Dear Someone,
The pre­quel is the sequel; the end is the begin­ning is the end.
I have this memory from when I was a little girl, from before the End of the World. I am 5 years old and it is the last week of my first grade. We are play­ing games about fairytales. Here is the game about the Prin­cess and […]

Dear All,

I have come across some rather novel tech­no­lo­gies and tech­niques in the land of “blog­ging”, “web devel­op­ment” and other “skills”.
Cur­rently I have been tinker­ing with a small amount of Java Script and some Per­sonal Home Page as well as Exten­ded Hyper­text Markup Lan­guage. I am only begin­ning to learn the ways of Java Script Quer­ies and have […]

Dear All,
I have figured out a way to update here from here.
Yours,
Deutschy, well con­nec­ted and faster than a speed­ing bullet train!

Dear All

I’ve moved it to here: http://www.snipergirl.com/blog/category/db

Yours, Deutschy

Dear All,

I have a new love. There is some­thing about Dr Liara T’soni that I can­not resist.

Is it her intel­lec­tual nature? Her intens­ity? The com­bin­a­tion of naiv­ety and know­ledge? Her blue skin?

Rar.

Yours,

Deutschy.

Zug.

A meta-post to say that some­times we have to throw out what we no longer need or use.

When I say that I am pretty sure that I know who was read­ing my blog(s) and try­ing to break into my email, I say also that I am highly, highly dis­ap­poin­ted, and really quite hurt.

Everything that I have done, whether right or wrong has been in good faith.

I do think that I have a sim­ilar right for what I do and who I am to be some­thing that is treated, whether rightly or wrongly, by oth­ers with good faith. And being stalked and har­assed does not fall under the cat­egory of “in good faith”.

Appar­ently, in the regen­er­a­tion and death and divi­sion of our cells, pretty much all of our atoms have been replaced com­pletely after 7 years. I am not quire sure where this “7 years” fig­ure has come from but per­haps it is a nice ana­logy. After 7 years we are com­pletely dif­fer­ent from who we were in terms of struc­ture. Our outer lay­ers peel away. We grow older. Sim­il­arly we buy (and then dis­card) our cloth­ing; we make (and lose) friends. Even fam­ily is not always immutable.

I feel pretty sad, and old.

Here’s to things improv­ing, then.

Yours,
Deutschy