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--not like I can help it. I don't like to post anything on the Network very much to begin with, but certainly not while I can't even control what I wind up saying. And now it's already recording-- um, hello.

I'm very sorry, everyone, I really don't have anything important to say or announcements or news or anything like that-- I mean, I don't even really want to be posting to begin with. Not that I don't like to talk to people-- I mean, I don't really like to talk a lot, I'm sure there are any number of people who can tell you that, but I don't mind having conversations with friends or with people who want to be friendly. Besides, really, it's not as if I have anything against other people, I just don't really think I have anything worthwhile to say to most of them, and I doubt that most people really want to talk to me anyway, since I'm not really very interesting.

But now I just can't stop talking at all, and I wish that I could, because I keep blurting out every little thing that pops in to my head and like I said, I don't even want to be on the Network but there's something about this curse where it just feels like it's making me go on to the Network and go on and on and I'm just trying to focus and not think of anything-- anything that... that I wouldn't want to say to everyone. So all I can do is think and talk about this curse and wonder if I've spoken enough that I can manage to turn off this device yet and stop this post from being any more ridic--

[click. success.]
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[The video starts with Todd fumbling at the device. The edges of the screen are framed by intricately designed copper, with flourishes in the corner that have tiny gears set in them, constantly in motion. In his top hat, with a pair of goggles secured around it, settled atop the brim, the boy manages to look rather dapper despite his bewilderment.]

Is this-- I think this thing is working now?

[He taps at it gently, and a hiss of steam responds to him. He steps back from the device cautiously, at which point you can see the rest of his outfit.]

I was really just getting the hang of all this technology, and now it's all different...

It is kind of interesting, though, isn't it? I mean--

[He glances down at himself, snickering quietly.]

It's not really what I'd choose to wear, but it's certainly interesting. I kind of wish the City would let me take the hat off, though.

And... what's with the goggles?

[He shrugs.]

Well. It's not the worst curse I've dealt with, anyway. Oh--

[He holds up a quill now; a fabulous peacock feather, with an intricate, heavily embellished bronze tip.]

I think I'd like to keep the pen. Things don't usually stay around after curses, do they?

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Todd Anderson

January 2012

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