about fmit

an introduction

'Witness, Floaty Wise Thing!' I say, throwing my arms up into the air. 'I have created...a website!'

'Oh joy,' replies the Floaty Wise Thing, looking on impassively.

'Hewn from the rock of my very soul!' I exclaim. 'Fashioned by my creative genius!'

'You have no soul,' says the Floaty Wise Thing, 'and your creative genius is questionable. But please, do continue.'

My arms, now aching slightly, drop to my sides. 'I expect more enthusiasm,' I say.

'Well,' says the Floaty Wise Thing. 'I suppose the design is quite nice.'

'Poured forth from the depths of my heart!' I cry, raising my arms to the heavens once again.

'Filthy liar,' the Floaty Wise Thing says. 'You got someone else to do it, the lazy layabout that you are. That girl did it.'

'Which girl? This girl?' I ask, incredulous. 'This Amelia girl?'

'I wash my hair with margarine!' says the Amelia girl.

'Indeed,' say I, smirking pointedly.

The Floaty Wise Thing sighs. 'Alright then,' it says. 'Suppose this website is everything you make it out to be. What now?'

I ponder this. 'Erm...'