russian opera

something like my russian girlfriend (sadly, the bogus website that used to house photos of my russian girlfriend appears to have disappeared, at least it wasn't there this morning... perhaps she is not longer famous, alas... which would be the basis of a russian opera, tragic comedy, even, but that's another unintended tangent for another time) in fact, even the wayback machine can't find her (i'll post photos another time, but maybe she was dark matter after all), though it did send me here for some reason we won't read into... and we'll mourn the imaginary loss another time for this entry is not about that), but before we get too deep into this title (don't be ridiculous, aye?), i am referring to the stats that say someone from russian using opera browser has visited over the past twenty-four hours and so, welcome to you, my russian opera visitor...

hey, there is more to space and time than is dreamed of in our philosophies... remember the force... well, now it just might be called dark energy... be careful what you dream of, aye?...

narf :)