Yo, Tove. Good to see you.

I'm teetering on the edge of mimsy, this very moment.

I know. You must be by now. I am considering whether to do a big Welcome thing right now or wait until you've had some sleep

Your call.

I'm just wading into your existing plurkage.

Like a mad, ginger bull in an LSD-enabled glassware emporium.

See what I mean about the conversations? If you try to upload a poem, it will probably force you to use Plurk Paste, a disgusting appellation, but a useful tool. I will show you later when your eyes aren't rolling in your head.

I'm hoping you don't think I'm the one tripping. I stopped doing that years ago.

Does it go with red lentil pasta?

Probably. It's not a multi-tasker, but it does go with just about anything.

here's an example.

You try to post something too long.

this new moon (Plurk Paste)

It tells you no, too long. Get rid of umpteen characters or use plurk paste.

You click on plurk paste and it makes it little so your long-suffering friends have to Click. Then they see your poem.

If it's more than 11 lines long, you have to do it.

Is any of this real?

The entire experience feels like a fever trip that a geek would subject themselves to.

It's also the time of day when your mind is saying please, please, go dream already

Where is your poem?

You're cute when you're sleepy and confused.

Can you not see my plurks?

@simplypeachy - An Ode to the Spork

aha

I like your ode. Surprised it's not more laudatory, but if there is a rule, you're going to break it. I am inured.

Thank you! It was written on the hoof, sometimes I like to just channel the whimsy and leave it as it falls.

It's a great exercise. I almost always do just that.

oh, I like _aD even better! I'm not sure if you care, but since you didn't declare a gender, I avoided mentioning it in my introduction.

It's not the web site's business. I don't mind any person knowing.

Oh, okay. That never occurred to me.