[i]The old door swings open to the old bar and lounge. Forgotten stories of magic, machines, and gods line the walls. Stories by friends and comrades near and far. An old moldy molasses cookie oddly displayed in a container next to the old jukebox full of forgotten music recommendations.[/i] Best get dusting then. This madman has some decent posts still around somewhere in this brain. Glad to see that like myself y'all are still clinging to life here. One way or another. Hoping you're all having a good day. ~The Owl who time forgets