Saturday, April 23, 2011. The loapher is a tiny creature, full of menace, joy, and unpredictability alike. Small of stature, stretching only about 3 feet from the ground, yet still fully built like a grown up man or woman. Their minds resemble those of children, really malicious children perhaps, but then again, so are children. They are - like children - extremely hard to dislike, except for when they try to cause the end of the world, which they tend to do a bit too often.

A simple enough statement if somewhat obvious, but they have survived mini revolutions throughout the past decades by being just that. Prophesies abound about the demise of the printed word, yet here we are talking about them on one of the actual mediums that were going to banish them to the historical archives of museums and libraries.

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