

D e l i r i u m ' s Page of Frogs



OMG, something new!





Written by Neil Gaiman and Directed by Dave McKean



ribbit! Silly shaped multicolored slinkies are a good thing...

Mine is helping keep my sanity, or lack thereof, intact.

Well, here it is, at long last, my web page. I know you've all been waiting in breathless antici...pation. And if you got that reference, you get a cookie. Is it made from real girl scouts?



My frog ribbits jingle bells

If you can read this page, you need glasses. But then again, talking to me is just as confusing for those still handicapped by their sanity.



This little man with a BIG mallet snuck up behind me

last night and whacked me on the back of the head.

That woke up his little friends inside my head

with BIGGER mallets who then tried to break through my skull.

And they've calmed down now,

now they've ditched the mallets and are just pounding with their fists....

I'm currently going to Vassar College, until I find something better to do (or then again, maybe I'm not. But you'll never know!). The guy who started it all wasn't much to look at, true, but hey, he's got a cool hat. Would you like to know more about the school? If so, come join me and my friends on a romp though Vassar Campus. We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad. You must be, or you wouldn't have come here.



I'm confuzzed.....

And now, for your occular enjoyment, some icons and other stuff I've made, because I am a queen of procrastination. How do you think I learned so much about computers? And talking about computers, meet mine....



I'm not paranoid. I'm persecuted.

No no, I'm paranoid.

Would you like to meet my family? I'm sure you've already met them all, you just may not know it yet... Oh, and here's a story about me while we're at it.



Thou hast been tangerine to other gods

Do you wants to see my gallery? It's really cool, you do wanna, really you do.... Trust me, you'll hate yourself if you miss it... Or maybe I'll hate you, and that's even worse...



We have no noses!

You think I'm not me, don't you? But I am me, really. There are other people who think they're me, but they know, in their heads, that they aren't me. Even some boys think they're me. But I'm me. Usually I'm apart, but sometimes I'm together... And when I'm together...its not nice...it hurts... But I can do it when I need to, just ask Destiny... I used to be together all the time, but that was a long time ago, and its not anymore...



Goodness! Look at this! I won an award!

Oh! And another!





You are person number to hit my page.

STOP IT! You're hurting him!

Check out my form-type guestbook... I wanna know all about you and ask you all sorts of weird questions... C'mon, pleeeease? With sugar on top? I'll love you forever... C'mon, do it, everyone else is, you know you want to... Oooo, and its even fixed now, aren't you proud of me?

See the people who have passed before you into the great unknown...



And if you like all this silliness, feel free to e-mail me at fltrover@vaxsar.vassar.edu, and you can listen to me rant with paranoia. Or you can just finger me (doesn't that sound awfully dirty?), and find my plan file that will take over the VAX someday, I swear it!

And if you want to make me happy, just e-mail me and tell me how the hell you got here!