listen well, my children
'In the beginning, there was but one word, and it echoed throughout the chilly universe in a harsh, raspy, whispering tone:
'And so, life was breathed into an empty plastic grocery bag, and upon its explosion, the metropolis of Podunksville was molded into existence. It was the cradle of insanity, chaos, idiocy, and all other such elements unwanted within society. It was the birthplace of filth, evil, and all negative things. It was hated by all.
'And Kate looked upon it with kindness and saw that it was good.'
All right, now that story time is over, here's the down-low: I'm poor, and spiders thrive in my wallet because there are no dollars there to give them paper cuts. As much as I'd like to supply the overlord of Diaryland with financial cushions and purchase a gold membership, spiders don't serve as a form of currency, much to my misfortune. Because of this, I am unable to form diary rings.
Thus, I have discovered a way to sidestep the Diaryland rule-system of death.
Assuming you are logged in, make with the clicky-click and change the city and/or town field to read 'Podunksville.' Eventually, your Diaryland member name will stumble its way onto this list of the elite, and damn, you will reek with cool-ness.
So if you enjoy performing a song and dance around rules or would enjoy living in a city such as the one described above or the name 'Podunksville' makes you chuckle with glee, join.
That is all.