To all my wonderful friends on dA:To my shagrin,my participation in this most interesting and colorful scene is drawing to a close,or at least is getting much reduced as to it's frequency.This poor laptop is faltering,and,i fear,is about to go the way of all flesh.For(as a very good friend finally explained to me),the little cyborg,that dwells within it,is just too frail,too good,for this cruel,cruel reality i inhabit.What with the dust,and the assorted spills of slop,the soot and ashes from the woodstove,and,the final straw-my recent overindulging in whiskey,and spending the night elsewhere,while the temperature of the cabin went down,and st