Alloweep. I Blame Mercury Retrograde, I Do.

Another of my Inner Beings has escaped through that sudden rift that has appeared, and is now out there somewhere in the Grinds with Thomasina (my Inner Woman) and my newly discovered Inner Bogeyman. I bet you wouldn’t guess in a million years which one.

Eagle-eyed visitors may have noticed something missing earlier, which was actually the biggest clue. I don’t know how I didn’t spot it myself, but alas, eventually I did, although not until the glaringly obvious omission had been broadcast to the entire world (or the entire world where WordPress reaches anyway).

Here’s how things looked earlier:

Notice anything odd?

No?

Well, look beyond the sphere. Or rather spere.

That’s right.

Fingers, my Inner Typist, had dropped the H from the word ‘sphere’ in my header image, making me look like a right ‘nana.

Obviously, I’ve rectified the problem now, but it’s terrible when you have to type things for yourself.

I found a draft post on Live Writer, which had obviously been written by Fingers. It read:

I;==’m of fthrough that riffed that Thomasina discoverererd. I want o explore the Grinds and fell thefredom without the need to think about apostrophes and invreted commas. I want a breka from full stops and carriage rteurns, and the constance ned to spell chack.

I’ll be back as I no I’m an entigral part of this blog as my tping skills are 2nd to nun.

In the mean time, keep things topping along.

Yoyrs friendily, Fangers.

Fangers.

He’s even got his own name for Halloween. Sigh. And he’s now out in the real world.

I’m sure this rift has something to do with Mercury Retrograde. Apparently, at the moment, if we were to look at Mercury, it would appear to be travelling backwards through the heavens. It isn’t, but our relevant places in space and the directions we’re both travelling in have reached a point where we appear to be travelling faster than Mercury. We’re not, but it looks that way. It’s a regular occurrence, by all sources, but during these times odd things happen. Tasks never get finalised. Things seen out of kilter somehow. That’s definitely true around here.

This Retrograde malarkey is due to last until October 9th, so bear that in mind if you notice things being out of whack.

If you notice your typing has gone a little peculiar, it may be that ‘Fangers’ has managed to get himself into your being rather than mine… if so, please send him back my way. He doesn’t have a ‘physical’ body as such, so I can’t get an image of him out in the Grinds… although I’m ‘oping that he took that missing aitch with him and there may be a disembodied H floating around out there.

That said, folk are always dropping aitches so there may be millions of them…

I wonder if any other Inner has escaped? I’m sure we’ll find out soon…