Although I haven't written anything serious since Harold died of the heart attack in '83, I feel that it is getting just about high time for me to start. Frankly, I've allowed Studio8.net to sit out in the devil's courtyard for far too long. I'm too charming and beautiful to stay quiet on the side any longer.

     As the editor of this site, I feel I have a few things to get off my chest and believe me when I tell you it isn't these skin warts that I'm talking about. Things have changed in this tiny part of the world I call Studio8.net.

     First of all, I believe that Jesus and the Saints do not like when anyone is called a Heed, except maybe for Satan, so out of respect for the holy church, I have discontinued our Heed column and crucified its writer. Oh, that makes me so giddy!

     Anyway, after buying twenty-five marked-down flannel shirts at the flea market today, I decided to write this column so that everyone out there would know that a good charitable Christian woman is keeping watch over here at Studio8.net. You may even see a new layout here at some point just as soon as I can
figure out what a layout is.

     To tell you the truth, I've always enjoyed reading a good book by candle-light instead of peering at some computer screen, but that's not what the youngsters want these days. They want to hear more about poo-poo and tattle tails and so on.

     Now, I may be an old woman but I still poot. It's starting to get harder and harder to pass only air and I'm ruining more and more of my undergarments, but I'm sure you don't want to hear about all of that.

     Kids, Mabel Pennyluck is still as golden as the day she was deflowered by her Harold under the school bleachers where her grandchildren were watching a ball game. So don't nobody go to worrying about ol' Studio8.net.

     The angels are on my side, and if I can pray Harold out of Purgatory I can keep this website running strong. Look for this wonderful little column next month and I'll see ya'll then or some other time.