The all new quick and dirty is up over at my Geocities location, and please notice the handy link to it over there to the left.  Nevermind that there is nothing noteworthy there yet, just my fumbling test messages, which I could have removed, but I didn't, because I like looking like a goof sometimes.
    Do not fear, or change your bookmarks.  I still like this journal better.  I like the manner with which it automatically (hah!) archives, well my system does anyway, and the way each entry has its own page, two things that blogger cannot do.  So I still want that CGI miracle I mentioned last entry.  And I will also continue to do my main writing over here.
    Besides, both blogger and Geocities have Terms of Use policies that could prolly get me booted, the kinds of things I say.
    
    Somebody told me once about a love so fanatical that I wondered about her sanity.  She knew how extreme this was, it alarmed even her.  The object of her affection knew she loved him, but she didn't think he knew how much, and she wasn't going to tell him.  It might scare him.
    Because, you see, she worshipped him.  I don't mean that metaphorically.  He couldn't have been holier to her if he were god incarnate.  She delighted so ecstatically in the sound of his voice, and the very thought of him lit her up like a Chinese lantern.  You could tell when she was just thinking about him.  Even his belches and farts were as blessings to her, not that she moved in to inhale them (gross!) but they gave her great amusement and even joy.  Joy!  She thought that the mysteries of the universe were encoded in his skin.  She would have done anything a human could do, and probably some things a human cannot do, for him, and yet she did not become his servant, because she knew he neither needed nor desired her servitude.
    She loved him so powerfully that it frightened her.  Part of her mind would see this and jeer or joke or warn or simply take amusement at her eagerness, yet her heart was unswerved.  She was obsessed.  She was secure, but she was devoted, hopelessly devoted.  She tried to store and treasure every minute, against the uncertainties of life and fate and destiny.  He might not be there the next minute.  She tried not to live in dread.
    This big love wasn't the inferno of infatuation.  It surely sounds like it, but they had already gone through that stage, and through the comfortable cooling off.  This was something that came after.
    Whatever became of her?
  
    I don't know.