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That's the final grandparent laid to rest, so that will hopefully b a break in departures for another 20 years. This will take some time to work through (not emotionally, I was prepared for that, it was a long decline.) since she was that kind of unknown famous you get for doing a lot of stuff people don't see as that important. Specifically she did a lot of bible work, about 4'000 student's worth, so it seems more than a few people are going to miss her. There's also considerable legal mess. Not that I'm on here much as it is, my employment has consumed all of my arting time. So it goes. Keep well everyone.

I work in a cardboard factory now. 'Surely not!' You exclaim, 'For is there not anything so stereotypically dull as a box factory?' 'No!' I reply to your imaginary conversation. I work in a *cardboard* factory, we make the stuff that goes to box factories. On wild, windswept nights I lie awake and dare to dream of the hubris of working in a box factory. During my short time there I have learned many things about cardboard: * Cardboard dust is explosive, you can use it to make low grade fireworks. You do not smoke in any sort of paper factory, or use anything that could spark. * Cardboard glue is made of corn, yet get it on your skin and a

Will be ignoring mostly everyone about everything, internet will be spotty during relocation. I shall be moving to a small apartment  before the year is out. (It was either that or fork over half a million dollars for the land my flat was on. half a million! The property market here is mad!) It's going to be... interesting trying to balance out and organize the new rent and habitation arrangements. Blarguagh I hate change.