Sad to say I cannot think of any poems at this unseemly hour. I can, however, relate how I came up with the name for the VJ: I had a beer and it just hit me, just like that it came to me, I don't know where or how or why but it did. I cared not to waste a good brew whetting my bow so I drank the good ale and called the VJ her name and it was good. Well, that's my story. Don't know how useful it was but it was a story.

Yarn Weaver