The show has left town (or is, at least, packing up)

Sorry it took so long, guys. Not all elements are shown, there are 52 altogether, if I counted right.

IT is not really playing a part here, the whole thing just drifted towards the whole behind the mirror- thing and I went along.

I don't get much PC- time at the moment, which partly is due to my job... I work in a bookies just around the corner from my house, and our shop team is more like a bunch of friends than just colleagues, so I end up spending a lot of time there. The customers are mainly locals, too, and most of the time it's like Cheers- Were everybody knows your name. Just without the drinks, what a shame.

At home, things are not always running smoothly, hence the name of the Alpha and kit. The cats are just fine, and as far as everybodys health is concerned, nothing to moan about. Just a bit of reality kicking in, and if you ever got kicked by it, you will probably know what I'm on about.

I have basically decided that I can't spend the rest of my life as a glacier... frozen, most of it hidden beneath the surface. Right now, another nasty heap of earthly matter is more like it, the volcano. Those buggers are stood there peaceful and quiet for aeons, and all of a sudden they erupt, taking everything down that's in their chosen path. Growl.

I let you off, folks, 'nuff said. Gi'z a shout if you like the kit, hate it or think I went wrong somewhere, I thrive on feedback.

Download elements HERE and papers HERE (after clicking images for larger previews, of course)

Thanks for hanging on!

Message for my TDS- girls: Maedels, alles gut. Ich bin dabei, meinen Kerl rauszuschmeissen, was sich als schwieriger als gedacht erweist. Kopf sagt weg damit, Bauch sagt Das Arme Schwein, Herz sagt "ich sach nix!". Ich bin die meiste Zeit auf der Arbeit, und wenn nicht, bearbeitet der Meister den PC, so dass ich nicht wirklich drankann, aber gut und viel zum Lesen komme, was ja so schlecht nicht sein kann. An Eurer Stelle waere ich stinkesauer auf mich, aber ich mag den link nicht aufrufen, weil man(n) ja zur Not immer ein Uebersetzungsprogramm finden kann, was ggfs mehr Nerven kostet als noetig.

Ich hoffe, meine Sandra hat Euch gegruesst, ich vermiss Euch. Aber sobald diese (nicht zuletzt finanzielle) Last von meinen Schultern ist, wird fast alles fuer mich wieder so, wie es war, anders formuliert, ich schmeiss Asi samt Kiste raus, kauf mir nen bloeden Schlepptop und gut is.

Ha.

Nur eine Frage der Zeit, und ich habe das untruegliche Gefuehl, der letzte Toast ist gesprochen.