Jackie spun this up from a sample I sent her. It may become part of a forest floor. The project is not finished yet and you know wool sometimes has plans of it's own.
Computers certainly have plans of their own. My modem died, it may have been murdered by a virus of some sort, the computer guy hasn't gotten back to me with the details yet. I wish that the hackers who have nothing better to do than figure out ways to make people that they never know or see lives a living hell, could find other entertainment. I know I will wish to murder someone when I get the bill from the computer store.
