[Friday, Oct. 01, 2004][]

review: radiogurl.

[guide: submission] has been updated.

first impression: crisp, clean appearance, everything in its place, and reminiscent of a starry night. the hunter feels right at home here, amongst the stars.

layout: [twenty-six of thirty points] your links work, and as said in a previous review: 'simplicity is king.' your extras aren't scattered around. while your layout isn't a minor work of art, it does the job nicely. you might also consider archiving some of your older entries to make things a little easier to navigate for someone new.

content: [fifty-two of sixty points] we read your cast, computer maintenence, and 101 things entries first. we then started at the beginning. due to the volume of of entries, we will not be reading all of your entries. possibly. your description of the seasons of arizona sound vuagely similar to those of upstate new york: "late winter," "momentatry thaw," "early winter," and "the real irony is that it's always been frozen over down here." in [home sweet mortgage] you detail buying a small cottage for a sum which we wished we had done what you told us and closed our eyes. but the way in which you speak of it shows an insight that is startling. most only claim to have such senses, but it truly shows in you.

christmas, it seems starts earlier every year. we saw a few weeks ago that the superpowers already have displays started. such a shame, too. perhaps we might enjoy christmas more ourselves. but the holidays are more about spending time with family, and it seems you hadall the family you could muster late two thousand three. something peculiar happens at the end of january/early february, but we're not sure. it appears to be a diaryland fuck up rather than one of your own. we were thinking you'd been gone for the entire month of february.

we've seen you wax poetic and philosophical, howsabout you spit some venom? surprisingly, life imitates art, and your troubles with 00's ex brings to mind a vamp on an old proverb: "hell hath no fury like a mother scorned." but you don't seem to go back to it, thus keeping us hooked and reading. but there is a certain weight to a mother's voice, a certain power to words that only comes with experience. it's like when a mother uses her child's full name: surely no good can follow.

by this time we've worked up to april of this year. still no mention of 00's violent ex, sitll no mention of her son. it's disappointing, but also it's what's keeping us glued to your words. your words are rather eloquent yourself, you know. it's also nice to se that you've got a better relationship with the muse than we do. you've made several references to BDSM, and in such a way that we're led to believe that it's not wholly a joke... but june is proving to be a stumbling block for us, and we've gotten more than an adequate view of you and your diary.

frequency: [three of ten points] we're surpised you update at all given your hectic work schedule, and while thankful for what tidbits you throw us, your schedule is shamefully wanting.

bonus: [five points] "Interesting review style - you address a lot of details, speak eloquently to the things you address, and aren't judgmental of language or subject." "flattery," our friend's mother used to say, "will get you everywhere. our mini-banner proudly displayed on your page, and not relegated to some backwater review page is also good.

judgement: you write passionately, you live, passionately. you adore your children and grandchildren, although we stopped mid-june, we still haven't heard about your grandson, for which we are highly dissappointed. you work too damn much. while mister biased is all too familiar with eighty-hour weeks, he has not the family that you do, and suitably chastizes you for not spending enough time with them. burning the candle at both ends for something you love is one thing, but perhaps you should scale back your efforts, if not just to smell the roses, and catch some sorely needed z's.

mister biased prefers the drier wines, himself as well. fruity is one thing, the damn drik is made of grapes after all, but some fruits should not be a part of wine.

[eighty-six percent]
[eighty-six of one hundred points]
[mister biased]

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