Everyone will be happy to learn that I've completed my study on the godbox, and by using some Ancient technology, I've upgraded it.  Anyone who wants the upgrade I'll be glad to do it for you.

Interesting little device, presented a lot of problems from teh get go.  Some I've managed to overcome, but there's still these.. .firewalls... if you will....

Wait.

Not FIRE-walls.  GOD-walls.  HA!  Named something right there, Sheppard, beat you to the punch.

Okay.  Where was I?  Godwalls.  Right.

Godwalls operate outside the control of anyone or anything.  I've tried to go around them but since they're based in non-scientific fact (way to cheat, Gigi) they keep re-establishing themselves.  Basically it works in that if you're, I dunno, the Cat, and you really want to beat up the Jabberwocky, the godbox won't  take yout directly to the Jabberwocky because it would be an unfair advantage.  Also, say you're Tesla Spencer -- E. Coli -- whatever, and you have a tiff with Mr. E. Coli...

Hmm.  Maybe I should quit with the names.  Let's just go with, uh, "GIRL".

Okay, so say GIRL has a tiff with BOY and BOY then tries to hunt down GIRL when GIRL absolutely positively does not want to talk to BOY.  Godwalls will prevent BOY from approaching GIRL until she wants to be approached.  Hehehe.  Sounds like some weird mating ritual you'd see on Animal Plant.  Right? 

Ahem.

Yes.

Okay, the new godbox I've come up with has a built in flash drive and USB portal, can track all of Gigi's other special children (if not protected by Godwalls) press to talk feature, on-line access to the boards, and automatic voice recognition and auto-dialing.  Also, just for fun, I've add an mp3 player so you can download all your music.  IPhone can go take a flying leap.  If I could take this thing public I would blow Mr. Gates out of the water...

Okay.  So.  Let me know if you want one. 

Is this place always this interesting?

Are you there God, it's me Loki. Right. Yahweh, you don't mind I call you Yahweh, right? I mean, it's not like you're the only deity larking about this planet.

Now, what's going on?

So, what?

I get out early on good behaviour? Lovely. Where can I buy one of those custom shirts that say, "I've been Framed?"

No, I'm not bitter. It's just my acidic wit after being in a teeny tiny living space. Acid. Get it. That was a terrible pun.

OHMYGOODNESS OKAY, RIGHT?!

I was like, totally driving down the street in my HOT PINK Corvette when I TOTALLY took a wrong turn and ended up like, on the WRONG side of Beverly Hills because all of a sudden? There was NEW YORK!

ME! In New York. Somebody's like, TOTALLY playing a joke on me, right? RIGHT?!

cOme oUt, coME ouT, wHaTEver yOU ArE.

What is this? This is . . . wrong. It all smells wrong. Feels wrong.

One does ponder, who drives whom more to the brink, the young sprats who sleep too soon or the old eels, twined within and around everything?

Speak to the clover, who cries out for not smelling like one would expect with such a name.

Oh ho, what is this? A new tree to sit in, dear child.

How terribulous. New lessons to become greatons.