Thursday 13 October 2005

Ignore most of that last post

 The Demon Box seems to have righted itself over night. If only humans could do that. Most of the ones I've encountered need some serious righting. I imagine you just need to know which buttons to press but flailing madly also seems to work. Well, it does for me. As long as I flail confidently... Thank goodness no one was watching!

 I would write more but, quite frankly, have nothing to say that isn't about me so I'll leave it for now.

Wednesday 12 October 2005

I did it!

I'm a technological genius! I created a link. By myself! Yay for me - I mean, splendid.

In fact, I managed it twice. I could go again but can't be bothered...

Although, for some inexplicable reason, I seem to have lost the first three posts somewhere. Or, the fourth post is in the October Archive. How can this be? It's still October isn't it? I'm too tired to try and sort this out now. Technological Genius-ing is hard work.

Fat or Flight

This modern witch business is great! I've acclimatised to this world now and found a way to fly without the darned broom.

I drank the fat of an un-baptised boy. I must admit, I was surprised at how many there are about...

Before you go running for the local constabulary, I paid for the liposuction and the boy is unharmed. Well, I say unharmed. I was a bit eager during surgery and accidently nudged the suction device in my impatience causing it to suck up some of his small intestine. It was like watching a sausage maker in reverse!

Anyway, all's well that ends well. The boy's happier with his slimmer figure - although he won't be eating solids any time soon. And I don't have to rely on the broom so much - which is just as well as it's got to go in for a service next week and I can't find an authorised repair shop anywhere.

Monday 10 October 2005

Witch in the machine

Well, I think I'm getting the hang of things. Slowly.

After spending an eternity rumaging around in the insides of the Demon Box, I believe that I'm getting closer to understanding the point of all this (not the point of ALL this, life/existance and the like).

I came across a most peculiar site while rumaging. It is called Glitter for Brains. Have you heard of the like? Glitter? For Brains? It seems I have a lot to learn about biology in this world. Anyway, although peculiar, it is very entertaining and I shall be visiting it regularly if I can find my way back - I'm terrible with directions! It's a shame I can't tie the broom into this Demon Box creation as it's auto pilot has a better memory than mine. Tragically, the broom's systems aren't compatible. I think it's because it's 900 years out of date...

I understand that the proper protocol is to show this Glitter for Brains place as a link or somesuch. No doubt I'll be spending the next several days trying to do just that!

Eek! What in Jebus am I doing?

I don't know how you humans work these infernal machines. Don't you need at least another ten percent of your brain working? Or two more fingers?

I'm on the verge of giving up. Which would be a shame as I've got some intriguing gossip about my sister, Indescribable DeVice. That'll have to wait until another time. At least until I get the hang of this... this... Machine!

Phew... This is more taxing than I anticipated.