November 16th, 2006


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Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Tuesday I ruled Asscrackistan as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). In January on a flight to LA, I stole the emergency flight information card (-40 points). Last month I punched primateperson in the arm (-10 points). In August I bought porn for 7thstranger (-10 points). In April I signed my organ donor card (28 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-732 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking!


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Since when is buying porn for 7thstranger worth -10 points?

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Very often when I get the urge to write something, it's because something is whirling around in my brain. I can usually pick it out by mentally asking for a name, a place, a color, a mood, whatever fits what I want to work on. Occasionally something gets pushed to the surface: an image, a short visual clip, or in this case, a sentence.

This popped fully-formed into my head, and while I could write a story around it (or at least a scene), there is a certain standalone quality to it that I like.

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