(long live the old medieval*witter community & its communitarianism, sharing, love of learning, delight, & mutual aid; seekers, finders, makars, trobadors; the small print: ‘but with less greatness & gain, more wit, better—hopeful & beautiful—fonts, & even more allegories of “avenir” & “futura” ‘)

Putting the TOP in juxTOPositions, somewhat like when The Place That Shall Not Be Named put the LOL in phiLOLogy once upon a very long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.

There’ll be this sort of thing. Less curated collection, more coincidental collage; no guarantees on light amusement or groanworthy stale memes; but if we’re lucky there might be poetic sense to be made out of serendipitous juxtopositions. Let’s keep whimsy alive, this centenary year of Surrealism.

So. There may be weasels … finally, nearly four years after that work first started … and probably a resumption of silliness, grumpy pathetic bitching about the state of it all, and finding other ways to luxuriate with three hundred characters (as it were).