So here I am, a victim of laughing chance, a former overfed longhaired leaping gnome. (I'm now thin and bald, as you can see from the photo.) It occurs to me to wonder what I have to say for myself, or if it's even reasonable to ask that question.
As time permits (I must have said that a totally boring number of times, but it does seem to be the majority limiting factor and Chief Bottleneck), I will add more uffish thoughts of sugarplums to this particular essay. I hope they'll be interesting to someone, and perhaps provoke some thought. Right now, however, I've got Things to attend to, and must flit off into the evening. My regards to you, and my regrets. Mister Lorel Bazilian will see you to the Egress...