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I keep dropping in on rasfc expecting to enjoy the warm, familiar, comfortable-old-armchair feeling of a home away from home, and instead it seems like the power and heat have been turned off, the roof's leaking, and the place has been over-run by a giant, rabid, feces-encrusted rat that keeps gnawing its way in and out of the wainscoting and making off with the biscuits. I mean, there's always been mice scurrying about in the walls, but nothing like this. WTF?