Airy Ace reporting from Iffydom Strata Sphere. I am near the gears of the Combine, near enough to oil them if I had a mind. By the grinding sounds it sounds like a shot from a grease gun would kill the noise. But noisy boys will be boys in Boise Idaho, where potato people dine with the stars and smooch with the moon. Here, reputable reps for repeater rifles play "Free Bird" again while grinning for the Grim Reaper. "It's a little iffy whether Iffydom is the domain of the Iffy," claimed Iggy. In Iffydom it's neither here nor not here, save for the opinion of the king and God save the queen. Everything is iffy and nothing spiffy is in a jiffy. You know that spiffy things are slow even after a cup of joe, because not just any Joe can spiff ‘em. Joe is the king of Iffydom, and his wife, Moe, is mo betta than most expect because she makes a good cup of joe. God save that redhead and her queenly green spleen. Ace out