Which, if you've been following along for some time, is our first in a while.
Besides the little copyright things that appear at the bottom of the site constantly, though we understand if you'd just taken to ignoring those.
Yes, I suppose we'd grown a bit complacent, allowing sanemagazine take a more predominant position in our "empire," a few other ventures to skip about on our lawn, absolutely ruining the fresh grass seed that had just been lain, or so we have been told, and not altogether bothered with our relinquishing of the spotlight.
We have formed out own government.
We orginally thought of just buying a failing one and attempting to take it off somewhere nice, but that proved a bit too complicated, what with the paperwork and irritable deposed leaders.
Earlier in the weekend, we raised up our glorious tricolour, shouted a few things about not wanting to be a part of the current government at any rate, began our first national post office, thoroughly mangled the hell out of the first letter someone attempted to give us to show we were serious, and got together to try and think up a brilliant national anthem.
At the moment, we're thinking of making the national language French, though the apparent head isn't too keen on that idea, since he doesn't speak nearly enough to order take away from the national restaurants. We've explained a whole bunch of reasons that may or may not come to light in the following weeks why it didn't really matter, it was just a formality, such as choosing a location for such a fresh empire is a formality.
So you now have a choice. You have heard of our empire (a real and certified one, now), you have quite possibly loved our empire, or at least not loathed it yet. You have read this whole lot.
In the next week or so, we are going to publish our manifesto, which will be followed by the considerably more laid-back referendum to the manifesto, which deletes the vast majority of the original manifesto and leaves in only the bits about vacation time and the like. That will be followed by a picture of the leader's old pet dog, for no other reason than to prove "he really did have a dog named Coffee," apparently.
At any time during, or immediately following, this unbelievable amount of activity, you may mail Quiet Insanity Productions expressing your undying love for Quiet Insanity Productions Land, and the by now infamous Maison de Fous, which was recently upgraded to Le Chateau de Fous. We will probably just agree with you, email back something along those lines, and life will go on as before. With a big country/empire thing deposited somewhere on the globe sure to be mentioned somewhere in either the original or secondary manifesto.
We were bored with just being a multi-media empire, we're now going to be a real one.
And we fully expect to be ready for World Cup '02.
