Girlish Rapture

Well it does! By the sacred neurosynapses of Norbert Wiener, it's alive. Now I can spend the diminishing days (or Crönedammerung) piffling into the ether, so liberating everyone else from the ghastly chore of listening to me grump on about how I could have been a contender if only I had bothered. Of course, now I can't think of a thing to type.....