Well all, it's been a while since our last update. Let me explain. No, we weren't too busy picketing the atrocities that are happening under our noses in South America. No, my mother didn't take the car away and refuse to drive us to Kinkos. No... We were just kinda lazy. In a conversation between a guy named Tommer and Jestapher, Tommer asked, "When is the next issue coming out?"

      "Spring," Jestapher replied.

      Tommer looked confused. "It is Spring."

      "Really?" Jestapher asked.

      We are coming ever so closer to having the oblivion.net box up. One of these days, while on the Oblivion site, you may be accessing it on its own dedicated server. How will this affect you? Well, it won't really. But we think it's kinda cool. Who knows? It might have a new header graphic. If you're a writer, you'll get your own shell account though!

      So, although we're a little late, we're a little bigger. This issue is a whopping 24 pages long. We are also welcoming a new staff member aboard. Everyone, please welcome Pueblo Orosco, our new intern. He'll be helping out behind the scenes. So enjoy.

      Here's a funny story. One day last week, Nemomancer, Jestapher and I decided to head out to the local blueberry farm to pick berries and make some cash for printing. Well, here we are in the middle of a blueberry field at 10AM, picking blueberries and having the time of our life. We were telling jokes, doing impressions, making fun of all the other blueberry pickers, and occasionally having small blueberry fights.

      After an hour and a half, Jestapher is the first to fill the giant pail we each have. He takes it to the old man for weighing. "Twelve and a quarter pounds."

      Wait, we're making twenty cents a pound. Jestapher's hour and a half of picking berries netted us $2.45. We suddenly knew what migrant farm workers felt like. We decided to finish our buckets and leave. Before we were finished, some angry kid walked up to me, from somewhere in the vast nothingness of the berry field and said "Gimme my bucket back."

      I assured him that I didn't know what he was talking about and that I hadn't seen his bucket. He insisted that someone had stolen his bucket of blueberries, but after a while, he left and we made fun of him. "Hey, wanna go steal that kid's bucket?"

      We took our buckets to the old man for weighing. About twelve pounds each, wow. He wrote it down in his notebook. We stood around. "Ask him about our money," Jestapher whispered to Nemomancer.

      Nemomancer asked, and the old man said "Friday is payday." Just our luck, we have to come back to this evil place to collect our $10. The funny thing is, we never went back to that blueberry field, and we never collected our money.