Boys and girls,Happy spring!
Birds are singing, blooms are blooming, trees are...treeing? Forgive me. Spring intoxicates me.
Unfortunately we move into the second quarter of 2002 still strangely Net:Sightless. I paid a visit to one Eric Wyngarde on a brief jaunt to England last month and inquired as to just how long it would be before we have our sound archive back. His reply was, well, a bit gruff, to be kind.
The Reverend: "Pray tell, good Mr. Wyngarde, when might the Net:Sight audio player's 'issues' be resolved? I'd really like to be able to provide my listeners with spiritual sustenance once again."
Mr. Wyngarde: "You'll have it when it's ready."
Hmmph. That's no help at all, now is it?
This leads me to my next point: In the continuing absence of "TWSH," I've joined a free message board service to test the waters, so to speak. You'll find a link to the board waaaayyyy down below. One note of caution--I know you all want to chat with the fabulous Reverend Lee, but the message board turns into a pumpkin after 10,000 individual page views. Yes, ten thousand. It won't reset to zero until the first of the next month.
It's a hassle for all my children, true, but keep in mind I'm just testing this idea. If it catches on, I'll look into getting a permanent board with no limit. No need to go hog wild until I see if it's something you'll actually use, though. Waste not the assets of our little community, I say. A few of the faithful have been beta testing the board since the first of the year, and it's ready for you now.
I stopped in Washington, DC on my return trip from Merry Olde England. It was a nice surprise to find security at R----- Airport (do I have to say his name?) tighter than ever. The Reverend doesn't like to be inconvenienced any more than anyone else, but better safe than sorry, I always say.
I'll stop short of saying I was delighted at being manually scanned with a metal detector AND being frisked...but it wasn't entirely unpleasant, either.
Since my last news update, scientists have succeeded in cloning yet another animal--this time, it's a cat. I ask you, is this right? I'm of two different minds on this issue. While I'd certainly like to clone my darling Fluffy and give a copy of her to each one of you, I fear that in playing supreme being we're overstepping our moral bounds. Should we make reproducing mammals as simple as burning a CD for your friends? Where does it stop, if indeed it should start? Contemplating it gives me a headache. For those of you so inclined, I urge you to take a look-see at BioEthics.net, a simply wonderful place where issues such as this are debated by people who get paid to think just such thoughts.
I'll close this quarter's update with yet another shameless plug for the fabulous Wired Souls Club. For all the details you'd ever want, see the clicky little box link thingy for information.
Oh, and don't forget to join me in my fabulous new message board and let me know just what you think.
Ta for now,
In good standing with the supreme being,
Reverend Lee
