I think I need to create an Official "Strange Friends of Strange Fiction" page.
Not only did half-crazed German rivet (and cook extraordinaire) John and the gorgeous knit-machine Oodlz help me come up with this week's title, but they built me a damn computer out of the pirated parts of lesser machines!
There was concern that my current jerry-rigged (read: crap) system was going to die on me. Wait. Die is the wrong word. "Explode in a fiery hellfire death" is more closely akin to the fear I had for my computers' inevitable shared fate. This was unacceptable to John and Oodlz. "That dog will not hunt, monsignor," they said as one.
And in a fit of generosity, the presented me with the following machine, Vinent VonComp:
Sylin' in the new art dumpster:
Now all I need is another new harddrive and a new soundcard, and I'll actually have a reliable workstation capable of enduring the abuse I put it through.
It's a miracle!
Thank you John and Oodlz, from both me and all 5 of my readers who can continue to enjoy Strange Fiction for years to come due to your godlike natures.