Boneheaded Writer Misses Deadline! Film at eleven!

Well, the new issue of Games is out (plugplugplug). I've got a couple things in there, which I'm incapable of focusing on because of the Contest Results section: the editors have included an "update" on the Prophecy Contest, saying that they were still waiting on one of the final numbers before they could decide a winner. And the reason why they were still waiting on the number? Because ADAM SCREWED UP. They wouldn't have had to mention the ferking contest at all if I hadn't told them I'd have the last of the numbers by X date in January, and then missed the promised date by a full week, after they'd already reserved the column space for li'l ol' me. Let it be known for the record that I bite the wax tadpole. Amazingly, though, there's still buying my stuff....

Did coffee with Colleen. Always a good thing, reminding myself of this strange and mysterious world called "a social life."

And tonight I poked a big, gaping hole in my status as a good left-wing progressive by cooking up the venison steaks that my dad-in-law had procured. I have no self-defense, other than vague references to the food chain.

Hi...

...mousme! What brings you here?