As yet another spicy full moon rises over tranquil Pookapooka Bay, our purloined moai reflects on the course of an eventful day/year/millenium. Actually, just a few moments ago, if only our stone man were illustrated in a video clip instead of this lovely scenic, you who may have goofed upon this page would have seen the sacred conch-shell joyously rise to his lips, sounding the riff that welcomes this inaugural message into a scarcely comprehending world, to wit:
Hear yez, hear yez, all ye genuine Don Tiki alumnae/alumni, active or emeritus! Yʻall hereby are invited to set your own verbosities down in the permanent record of these spaces, of whatever topic so moves you. For indeed, you are all the very most intriguing of Earth people: your administrator has no doubt of the compelling interest inherent in your merest and randomest manaʻo. Any kine, any kine.
In good time, the magic open-sesames will be dispensed to one and all qualifiers, as our hard-laboring webmaster-merlin decocts and debugs. Patience, me hearties, our bloggy journey of Paradisical Piracy has Officially Set Sail. Of course, for those non-Dons who opt to follow and ruminate on such matters as are posted herein, please do avail your awesome selves of the comments section.
Odda den dat, ovah anʻ out.
---Perry