It Seems Like Years and Years Don't It?

It's only beeeeeen 3 days since I put something up fjord you to read, and soooooo much has happened!

It's like, fuck it, it's like dog years on the internet...which according to the calculator (you'd find if you just got your lazy fingers to click the link-jeebus) is nearing the equivalent of 10-full-years of human life we've been knocking stuff out for your reading pleasures here at Fjord!

However, just because there's been a lack of content on this here web-zine, don't mean that behind the scene there isn't a flurry (and literally a flurry...like as in a LOT, don't confuse that with a FURRY-a sexual sub-group that enjoys dressing up in animal and teddy-bear costumes)
Anyhoo, since Q-Dog's done a lot of work on his posts below, I'm not about to bury it with a whole lotta other crap. However, I was doing a little research for a short-story about an elevator/escalator repairman, who happened to be an assassin who killed people with very convincing accidents around his chosen vocations conveyances. In the course of said research, I stumbled upon the elevator & escalator expert.

It's got quite a bit of minutiae about the things that help you get around every day.