It's been a long, strange week, which culminated in one long, strange day.
Speaking of, I took a walk tonight and the moment I stepped out of my apartment building, I noticed something odd. There was an enormous house drifting slowly down the street. Today is, of course, the 20th of April, a date of some significance, especially in a college town like Madison, WI. There were maybe a hundred people standing along Broom Street, staring at the two halves of a big, old, blue house moving along at one mile per hour. They looked predictably bewildered.
Gruedorf after the break.
Speaking of, I took a walk tonight and the moment I stepped out of my apartment building, I noticed something odd. There was an enormous house drifting slowly down the street. Today is, of course, the 20th of April, a date of some significance, especially in a college town like Madison, WI. There were maybe a hundred people standing along Broom Street, staring at the two halves of a big, old, blue house moving along at one mile per hour. They looked predictably bewildered.
Gruedorf after the break.
The omnipotent, purple golfball tells you that, while pretty much the one thing it can't grant you is the pure white light that you need to get home, you can gather seven component frequencies from various suns that have been swallowed by the Void. But I've explained this before.
Anyway, I'll be less lame next week. Here's a swirly black hole thing to tide you over.

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