I thought the walls would dissolve, opening the shimmering door of light into the "mainframe". Or.. uh, something? Seems not. I am a member of the 1000 Post Club yay! but no ticker tape, no fanfares, not even a basket of dahlias, sundry smellies or chocolate? Man.. 1000 posts. I feel old, as though I should bear a cane and a long flowing beard [my beard is only short you know!] It has been fun I remember when MT was run on steam.. Bob used to control the throttle, Shesulsa, Lisa and Rich used to shovel the coal and we could make San Francisco in no time. Now look! It's all diesel and automation! What happened, eh? And where is my chocolate?
Janna x
Janna x