Apologies, contrite-like

Nope haven't been writing. But we are here to make amends and fill you in:

GirlFriday? Library school finals have consumed my time. I've finished them. But they've left me feeling drained and tired. Oh and the electricity is out in 1/2 of my house. So no power for the TV, no lights in the bedroom but there's light in the side room and working plugs in the bathroom. Go figure, it's weird.

DeadRabbit's workgroup Yellow Poxless has been not-so productive. (sssshhh don't tell management). You know how it is, someone calls out sick, someone else is down in the break room. We're suppose to be heading into Wailing Caverns and, as they say around the water cooler, "straightening its files and balancing its budget."

You ain't off the hook WC...Yellow Poxless will gather itself together and we will be asking to see your account ledgers...oh yeah, fear us!!!!

Squirrel is in a bit of a funk. There's rules that bind the Yellow Poxless (hey nothing wrong with some rules...they make the Anti-Pug experiment interesting). And until DeadRabbit gets to worklevel 20, our rodent friend is stuck at journeyman Engineer. And he so wants Expert Engineering. Impress the other squirrels, ftw, and goblin jumper cables, ya know? Squirrel, at this point, wants to flex his Engineering prowess. Settle down Squirrel, you'll get your chance.

Cynishade is in the Outlands and, isn't helping orphans yet, but is doing his bit to bring a little happiness to the kids.

Madhare, my pew pew lazerbeam warlock in Sidhe Devils, was in Loch Mordan getting her little gnome a$$ handed to her but the Troggs (over and over...Madhare has not quite got the Warlock "Fear Me" thing down...so far, she's more "I am warlock, stomp on me!"

and the previously mentioned, long delayed Thrall-mandated Variety Show? I swearz its coming. Ya can't rush artists! But I'll get them on stage, I promise. The curtain will rise. Legs will be broken. The show will go on.