Or: 'I'm too tired to think of a better title.'

* The closed-down comic book/T-shirt shop is getting ready to host its next tenant. This time, I pulled over and took a long look in the window, while there was still time to do so. It is about to become -- a collectible card games store.

Which also sells a few comics. Plus toys. And maybe a Funko or two.

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Which means that in this case, two to six weeks? Was just under two. And that's coming from HelloWorld as contest administrator, a company which has repeatedly demonstrated its ability to hold back $5 gift card codes for up to three months after the projected send date and once managed to keep most of the MCR thread on March Madness hold for the better part of a year while constantly promising 'just two more weeks...' Over and over.

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So:

A. Skin bleaching can be taken way too far.
B. There was an accident with a teleporter pod and a party pony. You don't want to know the details.
C. Don't take steroids, kids.
D. And now, Snagglepuss will exit, stage right even!
E. Pepto-Abysmal.

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Currently camping on a copy of Akira.

If I blink, I'm going to miss the claim window.

Any distraction and it's over.

One hesitation and I'm dead.

There are five thousand people out there who will march over my virtual corpse without a care if it means getting what they want, and the only thing I can do to stop them is be faster.

Prime Day. For the full effect, just add bullets.

Anyone used up their 55-gallon drum of lubricant yet?

Worst Let's Play ever.

I thought some people might want a State Of The Lunacy briefing. Because when you're stuck in a ten-mile backup and the traffic report won't tell you what's going on, there's always going to be some small part of the human character which demands something at the very end worthy of a ten-mile backup. You don't want a mere lane closure and flow shift. You want something you can rubberneck.

Twenty-car pileup ahead on your left.

*sigh*

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So Windlife just posted a new story. And when it comes to his works, he and I have an odd sort of relationship. He... gets me thinking. Somehow, whenever I'm at one of his stories, something will click. His attempts to preemptively control his commentary section led directly to Post Negative Comments Only. His abject failure to

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So there's about an 80% chance that I'm on the verge of having one.

What happened? Coke -- or in this case, Sprite -- just decided to pull my number out of the hat again. I was playing this instant win game and six plays in, everything came up Xbox.

I was very surprised.

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So let's see if I can summarize this mess. I first learned about it through a YouTube channel which I pay some attention to, which meant I was actually in the first wave of those who learned what was going on. It's been spreading ever since, and doing so at a rate which the Black Plague would envy. At this point, it's... bad.

Yes, that's a deliberate understatement.

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To Whatever Afterlife It May Concern,

Please look after this author. Thank you.