uberbabes, in the annals of uberbabe, may 2007 to september 2007 of unite.uberbabe.com no longer exists. it has vanished. it has jetteth'd. it has gone. all postings and profile changes made during this time have gone to the otherworld, in circumstances somewhat perplexing to us. suffice it to say that we are investigating what unknown forces have inappropriately consumed such a large chunk of our data, and our uberbabes. sweet mother of mothers, sharp justice will prevail. yours, lisa voldeng, the lady uberbabe

It's a Sad Day, when you Say Good Bye to your Numark Mixer.

Goodbye, Numark!

My human has a friend that sends her photos and drawings of herself, with split lips and black eyes. Her cat gets in accidents too.

WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN, COURTNEY?

She slides out of a launderette.
No, wait. She struts out of a café.

Check that. She stumbles out of a bus.
Or not. She steps out of a bank.

Too dull. She stirs out of a dream.
That sucks. She slips out of a clinic.

The washer is old; the smoke is thick.
The transit is slow; the credit is wrecked.

Have you seen the movie, Manufactured Landscapes?

"This new series looks at contemporary American culture through the austere lens of statistics. Each image portrays a specific quantity of something: fifteen million sheets of office paper (five minutes of paper use); 106,000 aluminum cans (thirty seconds of can consumption) and so on."

Yesterday, when I left the house to deliver a message around 9 am, my human had already been glued to her computer for almost an hour. When I came home, around 6 pm, guess who was still at the computer, still looking at The Infinite Cat Project?

Y'all b knowin' Achewood? Achewood is a funny thing. A thing what I read a lot, esp. when I'm sad. Then I get cheered up.

I was eating dinner with a group of about 12 people in a fancy, futuristic style restaurant. A few metres away from the table we were eating at, was an opening in the floor, with a railing around it, about 1 meter wide and 6 metres long.

After we finished eating, the restaurant host motioned for us to gather around the slot in the floor. Far, far below were mountainous ranges of worn down, barren hills. Some of the ranges were black, with stripes of red liquid running down their sides.