Tuesday, January the 27th, 2004
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Apparently, the House of Turps is somewhere in the vicinity of Pang Hill on the way to the duckponds. There is a thrilling story of the same name which may appear here at some point, certainly before such time as the earth is a charred cinder and the sun dead, as Carl Sagan so eloquently put it. Meanwhile, your doughty editor is pleased to present you with the chance to Build Your Own House of Turps.