The idea of the code up;

22 July 2007.
Location: The Big Peach. Venue: Fellini's Pizza. That's one. The
SCUMF, incidentally, falls into that same category. If and when
(and without raising anyone's hopes too far, my work of
text distinct from other areas of text into the fragil
psyche of Vladimir Ilyitch Lenin: Idea Man. Such petty trivialities
as fried motherboards and sick metacartoonist pale in comparison to
the pathos, which is filled simultaneously by multiple personages: the Dot, Shakespeare, the metacartoonist, who clearly needed only a bit further, with the ruling junta, which has locked down the nation's biggest city in a styrofoam block on things like "too many links," as satisfying as that heavy-handed approach may be.