Spring has sprung, and the lovely Mrs. Ross (AKA, She Who BETTER Be Obeyed) is emerging from a 10-Richter scale seasonal disaffective funk. The axis of the Earth has tilted back toward the Sun, I can still see my Honda in the office parking lot at 5 p.m., the winter’s oppressive snowfall is moistening things up for this season’s corn-soybean succotash, and Oscar the Chupa-chihuahua is reacquainting himself with the neighboring (through a canine ritual that would get me arrested in a New Yawk second.

Most importantly, the Winter Theater Season is over -- Mrs. Ross has dropped the funereal Russian melodrama in favor of a brighter musical stage presence.

At the same time, having spent perhaps too much time hangin’ in the dark, foreboding, damp nether regions of  the VS universe, I greet spring with a certain apprehension. Hibernation is over – who knows what furry collection of fangs and claws could be waiting when I cross to the mailbox for my cable bill and Penney’s coupons. Streams and rivers swell with melting snow and April rainfall – what will come crawling from the murky depths (WARNING: shameless story preview plug). Seeds begin to germinate and eggs hatch, including the seeds of mad, mutating, omnivorous genetically twisted flora and the eggs of super-resistant, flesh-loving buggies.

Crazy? Maybe. Paranoid? OK.

But where do you think we are? The Thomas Kinkade website? We ain’t painting with light, folks – we create in ebony and sepia and midnight black.

So change into your spring whites and sandals and swap that seasonal disaffectation for some dark delights.

Martin Ross
For the VS Producers

Leprechauns’ Lair by Starfleetofficer1 (text document)

Echoes by Truthwebothknow1

Artwork by the talented, always cheerful Lisa

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