Otter Space is growing on me. It is a shake-up from outer space, seeing as space is sooooo huge that you often don’t see much. Look! Out that window . . . stars. Yep. Now, being close to one is magnificent, but when they are all uncounted light years away . . . meh. But Otterspace is just whacked out. For one, most of it is fresh water, and somehow it never achieves crush-depth pressures due to the fundamental differences in physics in that dimension. Do I get the bends coming home? Yes, despite what the brochures says at the Interdimensional Transmogrification Department (I.T. Dept) you feel it and get mega sick. The cure prescribed by my HR rep/doctor is to give her a hair sample, pee in a cup, fill out 10 forms, take an ibuprofen, drink a Guinness, and be in bed before 10pm (Local Earth standard time, Dimension A000000000001 [note Earth's is first in the registry of Dimensions? Not in everyone else’s Registry]) but the 10pm thing is tough.