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Monday, November 12, 2001 - 11:09 a.m. -
Cool little info-bite from China Mieville: 'My supervisor, an expert in the Middle East, told me about a rumour circulating about the name of Bin Laden's network. The term "Al-Qaeda" seems to have no political precedent in Arabic, and has therefore been something of a conundrum to the experts, until someone pointed out that a very popular book in the Arab world, Arabs apparently being big readers of translated sf, is Asimov's Foundation, the title of which is translated as "Al-Qaeda". Unlikely as it sounds, this is the only theory anyone can come up with.'

Friday, November 9, 2001 - 06:39 p.m. -
Wow, this is messed up. Foul-mouthed Strawberry Shortcake ripoff featuring positive gangsta rap. Yep.

Friday, November 9, 2001 - 06:26 p.m. -
So wrong it must be right. No more unemployed gay men in Scotland!

Friday, November 9, 2001 - 06:25 p.m. -
Your right to counsel has just been severely abridged. Read this at once.

Friday, November 9, 2001 - 11:24 a.m. -
Cool new buckyball observation - but does it really support homeopathy?

Thursday, November 8, 2001 - 03:53 p.m. -
More from our writing game:

INTERIOR DRESSING ROOM. Small, shabby, but clean. Two youngish men stand facing each other in front of a lit-up mirror. ENORMO is profoundly overweight from his eyebrows down and is dressed in a too-small tuxedo with a cape struggling to cover his back. ROB is a strikingly handsome grey-haired fellow with horn-rimmed glasses speaking but avoiding eye contact.

ROB: Look, you know I'll always be here for you, right, and I don't say that to make you feel obligated or anything, but I'm just saying that things have got to change for you. It's not healthy for you and it's getting more awkward for me.

ENORMO (affected): I know how you feel, Rob. Enormo knows all -

ROB: Can it, Alan.

ENORMO (still affected): In this house we leave Alan at the door. Enormo knows all but cares for little. As long as I draw in all the pretty angels and keep them coming back, all will be well with me. (lowers voice) And I will always take care of you, my friend.

ROB: Great. Look, ahm, Enormo, I have to go. I'll see you at work?

ENORMO: You will see someone tomorrow morning, but it shall not be me!

ENORMO spins away from ROB, flourishing his cape as best he can despite his bulk. ROB looks at his friend for a moment, sadly, then slinks to the door and exits.

FADE TO:

INTERIOR STAGE. Tiny - looks like it was built up from a living room/dining room combo. Cheap red curtains are pulled aside to reveal ENORMO standing center stage under a harsh spotlight. A small table before him holds a deck of oversized playing cards, which he grasps and shuffles with uncanny precision. He looks up and smiles.

ENORMO: Good evening, ladies, and welcome to tonight's performance. I am Enormo the Omnipotent, and it is my deepest pleasure to use my powers to entertain such a delightfully receptive audience.

FIRST ANGEL (sexy, off-camera): Show us what you got!

SECOND ANGEL (smoky voice, off-camera): Yeah, baby! We looooove you!

ENORMO smiles, spreads the cards before him. The camera pulls back as he moves the table aside and sits cross-legged center stage, still smiling, looking out into the small seating area filled with two dozen well-dressed blonde children staring straight at him. The spot grows brighter and brighter on ENORMO until we:

FADE TO WHITE

Thursday, November 8, 2001 - 03:53 p.m. -
Another penis-rotting-off story.

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