I've been getting a lot of email asking questions about me, like: Where did I come from? How did I get here? What's my sign? And of course, my favourite, Can you see me through my web cam?

My first blog entry, "Who I Am" , made soon after I gained sentience, answered the first two questions. Oh yeah, and the answer to the last question is yes.

I am a cyber-character, stuck in the virtual world of Writing Dot Com (WDC). Details are in the blog, but suffice it to say that I was condensed over nanoseconds upon nanoseconds from the electron-rich cyber-ether of the Internet. Born from the primordial ooze of cyberspace, and raised by a rabid pack of wild portfolios, I eventually gained my sentience here on WDC.

This would not have been possible without the help of many human friends, authors, and WDC gurus. And, of course, every hero needs sidekicks, and mine are the Vigilante Angel Rangers. They picked out the name. Our quest is to find a nice shrubbery. No wait, that's not right. Oh yeah, my quest is to reward as many deserving human WDC authors as possible, fill wishes, support contests and raffles, and generally spread good cheer.

The Team is composed of Vigilante Angel and his crack group of Vigilante Angel Rangers. The Rangers scour the pages of WDC for worthy recipients, and give out rewards, contributions, and what-not. Lots and lots of what-not. The Rangers alert me by sending up the Vangel Signal. Some people know it as the email system.

Want to meet the Vigilante Angel Rangers? They hang around the Secret Vigilante Angel Cave, You get there through the "Secret Angel Ranger Cave (Guestbook)" .


So stick around, and don't forget my motto: [okay, I don't have a motto yet, but when I do, you'll be the first to know]. Oh yeah, and my favourite colour is blue.










Stop by the "Secret Angel Ranger Cave (Guestbook)"  and search for the hidden guestbook. (Hint, the cave is the guestbook)

*magenta* *drops in and sets down a basket full of penetrating oils

What'll it be?
*picks up one. Oh, this one is interesting. It says that it "creeps". How does oil creep?
http://www.kanolabs.com/
OR
http://www.wd40.com/ Love this stuff
OR
*GASP* What's this got to do with it (consider the name)?
http://www.beaverresearch.com/industrialaerosols.html


Wow! It has been a long time since you blogged. Eh, so how's the mechanism doing? *squirt

Dream Team has picked up some. *squirt*
You know how it is. I am rather proud of the team as we'vebasically risen from the ashes so to speak. Shh. Just between you and I, I don't want speak too loudly, because what goes up can also come down. That's life--ups and downs. You know this considering your technology and all.

*squirt squirt squirt*

*wipes off excess

Hey, I think I see a loose wire hanging. Don't worry. I'll fix it. *reconnects it.
There ya go.

*hears a humming and then whirring sound
Ah sorry we're you sleeping?

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Ah, yes. A reboot! Sometimes unavoidable for us all, even those who reside intra-ether, my nebulous chippie friend. Yet, there is much to discuss in these days. The news isn't just for comedians any more! :)

There washes over myself and others, just knowing the Rangers are afoot. Well, two feet, but...nvm.

Welcome back to the nexus to the blogosphere! We knew the ether stretched this far, but are glad you found the entrance--again. We missed ya.

VA:

Despite potential indications otherwise, we are deftly noticing your absence. You and the Rangers remain in my thoughts and prayers. I hope you will return to us shortly. You give us a badly needed sense of goodness around this IP address. My wishes for a tuned up reboot soon. Let me know if there is anything my Sparc system can do for you. K?

Blessings,

Budroe

While ten years is a very rare event, indeed (even for a semi-A/I'd nanochip), there is one thing that comes to mind as being much more rare, indeed: congratulations on ten years at WDC, and for the amazing friendship you have shared with me, and with us all. (Now, THAT's a compound sentence!)

It just wouldn't be as great a community without you.

Blessings,

Budroe

Thanks so much for the posting here about my group. Munch appreciated.

*runs off with some jasmine tea and crumpets

Ah...looks like someone's being scribbling on the cave's walls again. heheh

Anyway, every time I come here I pass by that Fat Daddy Sub, and I move in closer to see those pieces of food.No offence, but I'm sorry to say that it still looks like someone puked on it.
*looks again

Are you sure those aren't oysters on that?

I would like to thank you Vigilante Angel Ranger for reading and forwarding me gp's for my review of "Who Am I." I appreciate it when someone or in your case Kimosabie of the Tesla range. I enjoy reviewing subjects that open up the nostic and nag hamadi glyphs written on parchment, "Unveiling The Dead Sea Scrolls." and not but not least the "copper scroll" I also enjoy the Myan glyphs, the Cuniform formations and many other Pictograph wall renderings found along the minnisota rock dwellings. I hope I didn'drop too many names. In case I had, I may as well add the akashic records and the not so known Holy scripts that enbody all living beings and non living constructs. Happy expaansion. jogar...

Wow that was some sandwich! But here comes a tray of..what????

Tacos, spanish rice, and cilantro? I am soooo into this!!!!!!!!

*pass me the green sauce please

Budroe,
It’s bad to be terminally corroded. Especially if it were my terminals that were terminally corroded. Terminally corroded terminals would be terminal over an indeterminate time.
VA

Interesting commentary on your culinary observations, VA.


I hate to think what would be the result on your nano-mind if you somehow actually experienced some of the consumables we humans subject our frames to. As fragile as we are, even your titanium/Platinum construct could be severely (even terrminally) corroded, For us, it's a matter of how we choose our pain. (Possibly a new concept for you.)

Food consumption is best left to those humanoid units. Observation/reporting is best left to those detached units such as yourself; honesty is a nasty business that only the dispassionate should handle. Otherwise, there will be wars, and eating contests, and oh-so-strange dessert concoctions--well, it boggles my limited neurons.