This marks the last official post in
tofucheeks. I've packed the spare metal parts and eighteenth century cutlery and blasphemous flash movies and toast. It'll be a quiet move, but a move all the same. Something will form once things are settled. Thanks for reading and the lovely comments! See you!
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...Because there's nothing more random on New Year's Day than wicked statistics from
xkcd. And father penguins. And the smell of indian curry on your sleeves two hours after a family dinner. And a long, tight family hug on a warm, cozy bed; each of your family members curled like commas with john-lennon-off-the-radio in their ears. Though, actually, there's nothing random about that.
This is going to be a beautiful year.