As ALWAYS, thank YOU so much for stopping by and taking the time to share my visions! Your generous thoughts truly mean the world to me!! But, as I’m sure ya’ll know by now, if it weren't for nonsense, I'd have no sense at all. Apologies for my absence. I’m still busier than a lazy person has any right to be, even with numerous bouts of Feline Paralysis. As the least useful member of the wedding party, Be (AKA Beowulf Rudolf Constantine von Yeti III) has had his status of Most Eligible Bachelor downgraded to Errand Boy. He’s seen here, erranding. Dang turn signals went out on the Wedding Finery Transport System (WFTS). Be is sure the landing gear (do you see the size of that thing? You’d think wedding finery would be light, but no!!! There is an antigrav device strapped to the bottom of the WFT to make it light enough for the System to be able to Haul it. And HAUL it is!! Who knew lace came by the TON!!) Anyway, the landing gear and the Floss Resister and the Flock Capacitor are Next. How they’re gonna have this giant gala wedding with a dead groom is beyond him!! The pixels are Horrified. They are high above ground, clinging to amazingly slippery windblown Yeti hair. 5 thousand of them fell into the weird pink glowy lights below the Transport. The stench of instantly incinerated Yeti hair was brief but powerful. Dozens and scores more were flung backwards off the Transport and smashed, splatted and squished into the Wedding Finery Container. (WFC) Be will have to stop and power wash the box before delivery. He’ll unplug it first this time. Talk about singed Yeti! His burdens never end. St Pixel’s reopened clinics are booming with business. Pixels are seen coming and going at all hours. Rumors abound, but no one really knows what Ma Genta has up her extremely short sleeves. Creditage: Be (AKA Beowulf Rudolf Constantine von Yeti III) from elsewhere Coflec gnorg’s box Bee bike with DM metal textures