community is blossoming into its pubescent teenage years. Hairy
bits are growing in parts it didn't know about and puss-filled spots
are forming. The weblogs are growing up fast. Faces are changing,
voices are deepening, breasts are swelling, and angsty poetry is
being written. With this new found and ill-fitting maturity comes
the need to cling to your friends and categorise everyone else.
And so we enter... WEBLOG JUNIOR HIGH