I don't remember Blackrope actually BEING Blackrope in the first place. I remember changing the name halfway through, I think, or it could have been a composite memory.

Anyway, I think I might leave it at Knights Are Sissies because I think I'm done playing the masochist game of life and be like a leaf on a turbulent river, in constant motion downhill towards the river mouth. The final destination being the vast ocean of tremendous hues. The beginning of a, hopefully, delightful end. No more Sha the Salmon fighting the waterfall to breed. Only Sha the uber-zen leaf of Zenness going with the flow.

And because I can, Here's a excerpt from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Bridgekeeper: Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see. 

Sir Lancelot: Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I am not afraid. 

Bridgekeeper: What... is your name? 

Sir Lancelot: My name is Sir Lancelot of Camelot. 

Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest? 

Sir Lancelot: To seek the Holy Grail. 

Bridgekeeper: What... is your favourite colour? 

Sir Lancelot: Blue. 

Bridgekeeper: Go on. Off you go. 

Sir Lancelot: Oh, thank you. Thank you very much. 

Sir Robin: That's easy. 

Bridgekeeper: Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see. 

Sir Robin: Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I'm not afraid. 

Bridgekeeper: What... is your name? 

Sir Robin: Sir Robin of Camelot. 

Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest? 

Sir Robin: To seek the Holy Grail. 

Bridgekeeper: What... is the capital of Assyria? 

[pause] 

Sir Robin: I don't know that. 

[he is thrown over the edge into the volcano] 

Sir Robin: Auuuuuuuugh. 

Bridgekeeper: Stop. What... is your name? 

Galahad: Sir Galahad of Camelot. 

Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest? 

Galahad: I seek the Grail. 

Bridgekeeper: What... is your favourite colour? 

Galahad: Blue. No, yel... 

[he is also thrown over the edge] 

Galahad: auuuuuuuugh. 

Bridgekeeper: Hee hee heh. Stop. What... is your name? 

King Arthur: It is 'Arthur', King of the Britons. 

Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest? 

King Arthur: To seek the Holy Grail. 

Bridgekeeper: What... is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow? 

King Arthur: What do you mean? An African or European swallow? 

Bridgekeeper: Huh? I... I don't know that. 

[he is thrown over] 

Bridgekeeper: Auuuuuuuugh. 

Sir Bedevere: How do know so much about swallows? 

King Arthur: Well, you have to know these things when you're a king, you know. 

There we have it. A locked blog where only those requested shall enter -- until I get sick of it -- and a name changed to something so silly.