Like I said in the title, "HorseZ" is a very real game. It's the FAQ that's fake. Except for the obviously fake stuff (racial slurs from the horses, the "ghost sugar cube" thing, everything I brought up here was real. Needless to say "HorseZ" is a very bad game, and you probably shouldn't play it. Thanks to Doc Evil for loaning me some HTML, by the by.
Someone read the Humboldt articles from a few weeks ago and was nice enough to send me an anonymous gift certificate. Please don't think this is some shallow attempt to whore myself out for Amazon bucks; there was just no way to respond to the person who sent it and I really appreciated the gesture.
Mr. (or Ms., or Mrs.) anonymous, just so you know, I got a ton of used books I've been wanting to read for a while now. Thank you very, very much for the present, even if I felt it was undeserved. It certainly didn't go to waste!
Last week we took a few stabs at Mike Vanderjagt, which was fun. In a few days we'll be taking stabs at Allen Iverson, which is more fun. Read Pregame Wrapup. Tell your friends to read Pregame Wrapup. Read it over and over and over and click all the ads on all the pages. Times are tough and I need to buy a new book on self-promotion!
I purposely avoided the "seasonal" thing for this update but I wanted to wish you all some happy gift-giving holidays! It's been a great year and hopefully I'll be churning out the same uninspired crap in December '07.
Do you remember the crazy clothes and hair of the 1990s? Do you remember Crystal Pepsi and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Do you remember where you hid the box your mother gave you?
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
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