If the TARD-iss is smashed into a loose constellation of white-hot metallic bits, this big after-party will be the remaining living sitting on the curb of a space-gutter, sipping low carb schmalt from a paper six packer. Although I hope she survives this last onslaught, to party again another day. Should I go down in flames (a lot like commenting over on one of the other BBS threads! smirk… ), I just want you all to know, it’s been a pleasure tending the well for y’all. A real pleasure, and a tip of the sombrero to you.
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