I'm not especially interesting, so I'll condense the whole bio bit: I am female and I'm partial to string cheese and, of course, fire. And DOOM. But, really, who isn't?

As always, any Iliad scholars lurking about should correct me if I make a major (unintentional) error, and any normal people should ask if there's something I should clarify.

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Ugh...I'm definitely the worst writer ever. About that whole "working on the next chapter" thing...yeah, I haven't so much done that. In a really really long time. But I haven't forgotten about it! Oh, no, it's always lurking in the back of my mind, taunting me, reminding me that I once vowed to post a chapter per month. Hah! The truth is that while I am committed to -- somehow -- finish parodying the entire frickin Iliad, this quest is in fact pretty much at the bottom of my priority list. Right above vacuuming the room, which I actually do more often due to coercion. Sheesh, it's not like anyone really cares about a little dust, right? Even if it is more oliphaunt than bunny-sized...

Ahem. So as I was rambling, neither I nor the parody is strictly dead; more of a coma, really. Be patient, it's good for you. Eheheh...don't hurt me! Blame the schoolwork! That's right, it's the university's fault I'm a slack-- I mean, that I'm so busy! Erm.

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And now I've finally noticed that my little stars that so faithfully signified actions have disappeared! Grr. Poo on you, fanfiction.net. Now my story looks even lamer than before! I'm going to have to think of a better way to show action and re-upload, I suppose. Yesss, right about the time I post a new chapter...