I'm back home for a minute with this souvenir postcard. If you look at the cathedral from down on Colfax, there's all these carbuncles stuck on it. Hundreds of them. Thousands. God must be served. So does my credit card. Plus, Batman needs something to sit on.
Someday, when I can afford it, I'll finish the girl I started so long ago, and I promise to tell you all about it, but there's a bazillion of these things between me and my joy.