thaddeus deb my little brother hated it when my dad called him that- "my name's matt," he always protested, but i think he secretly enjoyed it... 001103 ... not god today is his birthday 001103 ... god yes, fark 011029 ... Effingham Fish He just left, with his underaged lover, to Nevada or somewhere they could be legally married. Left behind his hobby slash comics store, which quickly died because he was the only one who could legally sign for the delivered merchandise. Sure, it sucked for a while, but a chain from the capital moved in and took over the space, while the broken corpse of the old store still twitches in the corner of the commercial district, inhabited only by it's most faithful denizens. The chain, however, rules. The guys there actually remember my name and what comics I like; the owner even knocked me on my ass by suggesting a title for me based on what I was already buying, and he was right! The old store took SEVEN MONTHS to finally order a back issue for me once, while a "regular" got his fucking Warhammer Behemoth Fartknocker miniature in THREE DAYS. Thank you, Mr. Williams, for leaving so suddenly and throwing the lives of so many into chaos. My ID thanks you from the bottom of my psyche. Oh, and I hope she left you at the altar for a real man, you goddamned elitist pansy. 011030 what's it to you? who go blather from