It's me, regardless the IP Address; it's also a long, dumb story, soon to be a News of the Stoopid Special Report.
     Also, I'm on this deplorable Dell thingy, which isn't much fun. Avoid.
     Anyway: I'm kinda offline for a few days. I'm in the process of moving, and it's going to be a few days before I can get AT&T [sad, I know, but DSL isn't yet available in the area, despite Denver's generally digital lines which have been here since the Bay of Pigs] to fully understand how to flip a fucking switch and get everything done.
     Giving me about seventy-two hours to kill. Specifically: 71.33.48, according to the estimate I have.
     Meanwhile, we're using our time offline wisely. Or maybe it was that other adverb...creatively. We're getting a few things done to upload once I'm able to. Although some of this stuff will require things like scanners and stuff, which won't be available until we unpack everything again. It could be about a week.
     One thing I'm kinda playing with is stories. I haven't really written a short story since about 1987, but I think I figured out how to do it again. This time, we're talking about integrating short stories and comics, or graphic novels, or whatever you call something of whatever length these things end up being. We'll find that part out later.
     In other words, we're going back to the original idea for Wasted, Inc. Although things will be a little different than we'd expected back in 1995.
     You'll see.
     This sucks. I need a cigarette now.
     At least it's raining outside, so the sun isn't much of an issue.
     More later....
--Gremlin

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