Someone brought this picture to my attention. Aphrodite? APHRODITE! That tart could not pose so well if she was killed and stuffed in the right position.

This artist guy obviously saw *me* and did not realise who I was. Only I could be that beautiful.

And Aphrodite doesn't have such beautiful hair.

Hers is mouse brown.

Actually, rat brown.

"What is this Easter thing? When did silly painted eggs and ashes replace Bacchanalia? Don't these people realise that celebrating Bacchus is far more fun?

Katra??

KATRA! Where *are* you? Poseidon's strength, Katra! Come *here*! I don't care if you are busy with -

That's butter. This thing is working, yes? Do you like my new picture? Yes, sometimes I do hunt still. Especially if Apollo asks me nicely, I'm bored and I needn't file my nails that day. Hunting is very bad for nails. The mud! The *smell*! And how anyone could expect me to put my hands in a deer and pull out its heart just because that's the thing to do at the end of a successful hunt ... maybe when my dear father had the world working the way he wanted it. Orgies, feasting, great sacrifices to Olympus ...

And so back to Bacchanalia.

I *liked* Bacchanalia. Except Acheron kept showing up in the middle and demanding my full attention. He's such a spoilsport. It's not the idea to spend all your time with one person on those days! but of course I couldn't say no. Ever. So we practicised our own private Dionysian rites in my halls. And post-Dionysian rites. And pre-Dionysian rites, come to think of it.

What's that?

These egg things are chocolate? CHOCOLATE?

............"


[this is Katra. Matisera seems to have vanished from the Temple suddenly ... did someone mention chocolate to her? Yes? I guess I might as well sign off for her then. I doubt we'll see her for a while.]

[This is Katra. I apologise in advance for matisera's inability to - actually, yes. I think that says it all.]

Katra? KATRA! NIKAIA! Damn it, How do I tell that this thing - oh - look at the screen? The words appear ther - ? So they do. How do I make them readable? That mortal language is bad to see.

I can't? Can't? They can't understand Olympian? Or Atlantean? At all?

Huh.

What do you mean it depends who I'm writing this for? I'm writing this for *me*. To put across my side of the story. If Acheron is writing one of these bogs, I feel I should too. At least this one should be interesting.

Katra, on one of her increasingly infrequent visits to my Temple, decided to set up for me a - what did she call it? seat-top? I pressed a few of the little buttons, and it was fun for a while until these blue things kept appearing. Apollo has it now. He says it has porn on it, whatever that is.

So anyway, she came back after with a new one. Obviously made for me, it said 'Olympus' in silvery letters on it. She said I could speak near it and it would record all my words into this bog thing. It might amuse me for a while. A short while.

I have to go now. It is time for my koris to sing for me.

How do I turn this off?

KATRA!