The intermittent-yet-ongoing chronicles of Shandala Truesong, priestess of the Kal’Dorei….

there is an odd parallel in my life that relates to the presence of cats and the nature of compromise.

as a follow up item — yes, it is on my list of things to do to return this category here. i had not realized how many were following just that category and i should have looked at it more closely before making what was a fairly impetuous change.

archival.

i do not do this often, and goodness knows there are many chances in which to do so, but this one in particular is meaningful to me and thus, i hope will be meaningful to you.

heh. dunno, that just seemed funny to me. and timely.

late night rambling hyponogogic thing. whatever.

ok, ok, ok, already. sheesh. some of you. really. every now and then i have to make this kind of entry because some of you think what you read here is some indicator of my real life. bah. dang it, i knew this would happen if i made a habit of letting you know this was me. it’s NOT all real. some is, yes. but the point is YOU don’t know which unless you were part of it. but ok. for those who need to read it…. read on.

i’m beginning to curtail my online interactions as i discover certain repeating patterns that demonstrate to me most people in these venues are decidedly unstable.

this is a semi-fictional blog. what does this mean?