And I must move on.

I have been mired in the deep south for almost 21 of my 25 years. For a child who primarily grew up in London, it was a cruel, cruel twist of fate that landed me here. From Day One I have been unhappy, an unhappiness that has often led to crippling depression and feelings of trapped panic and utter hopelessness. Such is the nature of the south, when you're here long enough.

But finally, after years of saving, waiting and hoping beyond hope, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

In one month's time, on the karmically coincidental Independence Day, a wolf, a dork and a puppy will break free from the crippling bonds of Southern entrapment and head for their new home in Oregon. So what does this mean for you, the reader?

Well, primarily, this means that OSB will be closing its doors. I cannot bring my job with me, and frankly, I don't know how much I would want to. My last day of work will be 26 June, and after that date, OSB will be no more.

Or will it?

I want to be a screenwriter, ultimately. I've mentioned this on the site enough times. But as with any artistic-type career, while your ideals are very nice, the practicalites demand that you do something else while waiting for your words to make you millions. I am, by and large, your standard untrained worker.

Call center jobs are the pits. You've read that yourself, and you've only been with me for one-fifth of my total time with the company. But if you want a high-paying, relatively no-brainer job, it can't be beat. Add in the fact that I'm masochistic enough to actually miss having it to complain about nightly, and the end result is that a CSR job is probably what I'll seek out.

Will I find one? Will it be so ripe for mocking as my current job? Your guess is as good as mine,but stay tuned. If my new job deals with the public in any fashion, you can bet that there'll be OSB material for the documenting.

The next big change will come from Daily. While I'm on the road, we'll be fairly well incommunicado. However, my dearest Art Slave will be taking up the reigns to a certain extent and bringing you daily reports on my progress. She won't actually be updating DD itself, but Manifest Destiny here will become her headquarters for all the latest JW Info.How many miles did I drive today? How many rolls of film did we consume? How many bugs did we terminate in our blazing car of screaming death? All this and more will be found right here, as only Amy can present it.

As If! fans also need not fear. While you'll be without my scathing wit and insightful commentary for as long as it takes us to get settled, Amy will be updating the strip itself.

As for my other sections, those were sporadically updated anyway, so you'll hardly notice a thing.

Oh, and did I forget tomention that Mike and I will finally be tying the knot? I refused to do it in the South, so he's pouncing on the fact that we'll no longer be there to finally corner me into going into that whole "wife" thing. Shudders all around. Look for updates on that as The Big Day approaches. (30 August, if you're curious.) Hm? What's that? You'd like to give us a wedding present/cash sum to Help Jet Wolf Escape Certain Doom? You're so sweet! You can, in fact, do so very easily through my Amazon account thingie. It's quick, it's painless, and your dollar or two may help make this Poor Little Wolf('s dog) be able to afford more than a paultry can of generic dog food for dinner.

Ah, but seriously. The book of my life nears the conclusion of a long, boring, dreary chapter. I look forward to turning the page and getting to the good stuff. I hope you'll stick with me and see how it all turns out in the end.