archive Currently bumping: The Colors Changed by Sylvan
Would you shoot up—grow, my Garden—please, my Eden—grow for me?
Show me how you decorate the streets that brought me misery
You may be looking for:
- The fauux thing, or the other fauux thing;
- The old website:
- The old guestbook (or perhaps the secret one), or otherwise the older guestbook, or the yet older guestbook, or the guestbook even older than the yet older guestbook . . . it just keeps going;
- Something else entirely.
Other things around here include:
- Book reviews, or the complete collection (both WIP);
- My collection of somethingwords;
- Miscellaneous whatnots (a.k.a. the trash heap).
Le Blawg®
Two Thousand and Twenty-Five, Anno Domini
April—The Month of Weeds
rch CSS unit – even though it does support ch. It also doesn't handle line-height the same way WebKit does. Wow. Sure.
Should you wish to reach out for whatever reason: do it! There are a few avenues you can take:
- You can e-mail me at★
hosma あ protonmail.com; -
You can send me a letter or parcel (that hopefully doesn't explode or otherwise cause death or physical injury) at★ the following P.O. box:
(Currently unavailable.)
- You can try your luck at aleatorily messaging the account with username ‘hosma’ on a platform of your choosing. I'm not on social media much these days, so you're not guaranteed a response even if it is me.
★ Have you ever noticed how weird the British are with prepositions? For example, they like to say e-mail me on [address]
or I live on [address]
or call me on [phone number]
– it just sounds so wrong to my unfortunately Americanized ears.
Who do you see as your eyes raster over these words? Send me a portrait and mention how or whether you would like to be credited should I ever decide to compile a gallery. AI-generated media will be duly ignored.
You look great today.
