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An obnoxiously large

(101k .wav) audio greeting

from the Author.

Sometimes the best thing in the cereal box was the prize.

In fact, it's not too difficult for me to remember a time when that was the only thing I cared about. And it's that kind of memory that makes me nostalgic for the old days of the Web. When sites about this crappy could apply for and "win" a plethora of crappy badges.

Everyone knew they were cheap and goofy but you still grooved on 'em like the cereal box prize. I fished around in a metaphorical cereal box a couple months ago to find that they stopped putting prizes in there.

So I did the next best thing.

Strap on your sun goggles and unseal that envelope. The Narcissus Award goes to...me! (Halcyon, do you have the number for a good lawyer?)

Loose lips sink ships,

p.s. Whew! Did we get some e-mail on the impeachment tirade? Hoo-doggy! I'll have to be incendiary a little more often. Thanks to everyone who felt strongly enough about the issue to write.

p.p.s. 15 days without an update? Ouch. Save yourself the hassle: new days notification list.

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