On this most revered and holiest of days, December 09, the 344th day of this leapt year, in which there are scant 12 days remaining before the extinction of man and, barring that, 22 days before the dawn of the new year, it is perhaps most fitting to bring you, the masses, our participants, my degenerates, a history lesson.
Notables brought forth on this day, those who share kindred Swami spirits, include the great Milton of Paradise, a saintly Peruvian, Harris and his Uncle Remus, the Muse of Automatic Writing, the father of Babar, Spartacus, M, Teddy KGB, and the Swami himself.
And now, in the great and glorious tradition of putting those around oneself to work on needless tasks, a competition: the participant who first emails me the names of each person listed above, their true and given name, will receive one free entry to the Suicide Pool next year.
Regarding the pool, the action moves in myriad ways again, though the Seahawks seem the have the devil's share. Bucs, 49ers, Colts, Bengals, and even the Browns make their way into Suicide or Second Life, and I'm sure there will be more to follow.
As for this new competition, to the pair of you likely to expend the effort, I just want to tell you both good luck, we're all counting on you.
That is all.
