Greetings, O Divine Alfredo Sauce of the Linguine of the Gods. Things are getting very weird here. The Large-Jawed Woman spent a strange day arranging space containers in the backyard today, muttering to herself about something about creating Omskoe Selo with the help of an entity called the United Parcel Service. And then later, while I was in sleep-cycle, I was awakened by loud Terran music and this.