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WEB FED NEWS YEARBOOKS Earthdate February 2002 |
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Well, it is once again Super Bowl weekend for those of us in the States. Which means that since this paper is circulated on Sunday morning, you, my wonderful reader, fall into one of the following three categories:
Personally, I lost all interest in the game the day the Eagles lost out. However, I will be watching the game, sans fervor. It's not that I particularly like football as a game, but because I find the idea of two play-armies running at each other at ten miles an hour, starting ten inches apart. The sound of the helmets colliding has always made me smile. Another thing I've found funny is that none of the players have yet figured out that while the two lines are banging into each other, he could sneak into the other team's locker room and swipe all the opponents' wallets (all of whom are making the same over-inflated salary he is) rather than chasing an object worth $10 at any sporting goods store. However, one has to admit that football does help satisfy the communal need for carnage we used to satisfy with gladiators and tax audits. It does a good job of it, too... not as good a job as hockey, but good nevertheless. Human beings seem to have always had some sort of latent need for violence and mayhem in their lives. Wars, gladiatorial combat, rush hour, holiday shopping - all are activities designed to inject a sense of peril and danger into peoples' lives. This is probably why we hold Cup of Fearlessness and Capture the Flag in Fed - it's our version of gladiators. Capture the Flag could actually be argued to be our form of football. In many ways, they're the same; a bunch of testosterone charged people are chasing a worthless object in the endeavor of scoring "points." I'm not knocking testosterone - without it, we wouldn't have half of the fun things we do, like fireworks - but the concepts it sometimes drives us to are a little strange. So, if the Super Bowl is your cup of tea, enjoy it this weekend. If you lean more towards the Fed events, well, enjoy those, too. Me, I have an altogether different plan. I'll be in the locker rooms, wallet hunting.
DO IT
LATER This hostage situation in Pakistan interests me. Terrorists hold an American because they think he is a spy from the CIA, but then when America tells them he isn't, they believe he is an Israeli spy. Such things happen in life frequently and it is simply called (I'll use the acronym): BS. The guys who were holding Pearl weren't very smart; holding one hostage and killing him won't get you what you want and publicly changing your motive won't help either. Hopefully the idea of the whole thing being a hoax is true. "When all is said and done, a hell of a lot more is said than done." I've heard that plenty of times from my dad, but not sure who said it first. Reminds me quite a bit of how things are in Fed. Way back before I DDed on my planet (laugh it up), I was in a hurry to do everything in Fed so I could get to Baron. Then I was in a hurry to see how much money I could make everyday by hauling out my surplus and hauling in my deficits. While doing all of this, I kept thinking to myself, "Go to do my homework. Eh, I'll do it later, I have plenty of time. The Dodge needs an oil change; no, it can wait another thousand miles. Goats need food; no, no, no, I've seen how much fat them goats have on them - they could stand to lose some." Such procrastination in real life and the determination of success in Federation was almost comical. After a while things began to change: I couldn't put my guitar down, couldn't quit reading, or stop working on my truck. I did it all at once too! You may laugh in disbelief, but you'll be shocked when you see me on Ripley's Believe it or Not! playing my guitar with my toes. Now as I think about this from time to time, I also wonder about the thoughts of people in my real life and the thoughts of mobiles and Workthingies in Fed. Did the mobiles and WTs love my endless work to perfect my planet's economy? I shouldn't question what people in real life thought - "He plays the game too {darn} much!" So now that I don't get as much time for Fed and don't see the need to perfect my planet's shifty economy, I wonder what the mobiles and WTs are thinking. I also wonder what the real life world thinks. And speaking of thinking, these are things a w00kie can't help but think about. It may be off the wall, but I'm sure there are people/things who do worse! Can't name any, but I'll research it. Maybe later. Tomorrow would be best, or the next day.
SEVERAL
KEY MEMBERS OF SENATE ANNOUNCE SUPPORT FOR SONS OF APATHY In a shocking turn of events this week, several key members of the Galactic Senate and former supporters of the Emperor Cen have jumped ship and sided with the Sons of Apathy. "Yes, we wholeheartedly support Danny and the Sons of Apathy in their quest to rid the galaxy of the Emperor Cen," said one Senator. "All right, we said it. Now where are they?" In unrelated news, close relatives and friends of several key Senate members have vanished recently. "We have no leads, and no reason to believe it's due to any crime. It's probably just some Friends And Relatives Of Senators Party," said the Senate Security Commissioner, whose wife and daughter are missing. "So stop asking me for details." Other developments in the Emperor Cen - Sons of Apathy conflict:
Life changes when the Creator constructs a cloud that follows you everywhere. It’s dampened my doghouse, my ship, my love life, and there’s some green stuff growing between my toes from having to walk in the mud all the time. I’ve taken up hiding under Fang’s table the last couple days. I figured as long as I had to endure continuous showers that I might as well try to permeate Sol with at least a double-dose of wet dog smell. If it gets bad enough maybe Bella will relent and banish my halo of precipitation. Meanwhile, Fang refuses to move out of the cantina and serve as my umbrella while I do planet reviews - so I didn’t quite make it to Sassenach yet. By next week we should both either wrinkle up enough to pass for Char-pai’s, shrink from all the washings until we’re the size of marsrats, or simply run everyone out of DataSpace with our aroma. Whatever happens, I’ll have that review in!
My sink is trying to kill me. It's not being overt, like shooting water at me at 390 PSI, but has taken a more insidious tack. It's trying to drive me nuts to the point where I either leap out of the window or smash myself in the face with a plumber's wrench. In my building, we (the residents) are for some reason forbidden to undertake our own plumbing repairs (something about a flood two years ago that filled the building up to the second floor landing in the stairwell and the chaos that ensued when the superintendent opened the front door). This policy annoyance drove me up the wall last year when my sink needed repair. The problem then was that it wouldn't turn off. All night, the hot water would drip. And drip. And drip. Nonstop. Now, it won't turn on. Sure, the hot water will run for about, oh, six seconds. Then it'll slow to a trickle. Then stop. Unless, of course, you push down on the faucet knob, in which case it'll throttle right back up again. So the end result is that, unless you're willing to bargain with it for five minutes, you have to engage in yoga exercises to wash your hands with water warmer than that found in the Antarctic circle. Compounding the issue is the - ahem - speed at which maintenance hops-to when it comes to repair requests. In order to get them to fix my sink the first time, it took four weeks of yelling and a threat to fill the stairwell back up before two "handy" gents showed up with about fifty tools and half as many brain cells (shared between them) to replace a washer. I'll admit I'm not an aerospace engineer, but replacing a washer is within my manual abilities. Now, as I stated before, I can't get the sink to turn on, which means I can't threaten to fill the stairwell again to get maintenance to move faster. This time, we'll be measuring their movement as we measure glaciers. These were somehow the thoughts that occupied my mind as I reassembled my ship after frolicking with Monty the Pirate in Sol this past weekend. As I painstakingly glued the styrofoam armor panels back on my ship, and put the rubber bands back on the engines (I even built the ship myself -- can you tell?), I began to wonder why we have to let a shipyard do all the work. What's so difficult about putting Tab A into Slot B? I will grant that there is a minor difference between fixing a faucet (possessed though it may be) and constructing a craft responsible for preserving life as it travels through the depths of interstellar space, but still... it's all just parts. Everything in the universe, including you and me, is just made up of "parts." I, however, would like to go on record as saying that certain things done with "parts" should be left to qualified professionals - I don't think any of us would like to try to execute a "Change" command by ourselves. However, I don't think everything has to be left to the care of the so-called professionals. We can handle basic repairs, though, like replacing washers or engines. After all, what's so complicated about a warp drive? I'm looking at one right now, and I think we can handle this. Now what do you suppose this thingy does?
PROVIDENCE
ATTACKED Friday, February 8th, 2002, will be forever known as "Turkey Vulture Day" on Providence. About twenty of them executed numerous hit-and-run attacks on the planet today. Few people were hurt which later resulted in a catastrophic stock market crash and massive job losses. "As soon as I saw the attacks, I immediately fired half of my employees," says POUND Heavy Industries CEO. The military immediately took action. They formulated a plan of keeping the enemy from regrouping and from attacking. Audible defense systems scared the Vultures and kept them away from the planet surface while missiles and chemical weapons made a successful retaliatory attack, prevented them from regrouping, and caused a lot of confusion between them. A military official commented today, "They were the Vulture race. They attacked us with a wing of B-1RD Bombers known as the 'Turkey Vultures'. The Vultures are bird-like creatures, but no one knows where they come from. We are taking steps to make sure this never happens again." Damage was minimal; some cracked windows and residues from the B-1RD Bombers. Buildings are covered with the white substance they dropped on the area and several people covered in it were admitted to the hospital. The people injured from slipping in it mostly had broken legs, hips, or arms. Providence's government has taken several suspicious bird-like immigrants into custody for interrogation. It is encouraged that citizens of Providence and everyone else in DataSpace not take matters into their own hands with any bird-like race.
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RETURN OF THE POLLS: CHANNEL 9 Yes, duchy polls have returned. However, I received no duchy requests, so the first started out on 9. Let’s see what everyone had to say. With so many planets selling nickel, it is almost impossible to get rid of it. Knowing this, why does your planet continue to produce this, despite the drain it has on your planet? Ruy: "Your planet only produces to 10000 tons or double your stockpile so you can benefit from any natural demand after that it has the good sense not to keep producing it." Snowstar: "Who told you it is a drain? Nickel is always good for nickel beer night...plus have you ever wallowed in a bath of nickel? Mmm ‘tis such a good feeling, rolling your naked body through a sea of excess nickel..." Genike: "Ming has a sick sense of humor and would never let us actually have a fed where economics make sense ;)" Memphisdave: "....After a thorough investigation of the Nickel producing I was made an offer I could not refuse by the nickel Mafia....Nickel will continue to be produced in large quantities....that is all I can say..."
Snowstar: "Depends on if I have an eye on the object d'affection first ;)" Ruy: "We encourage dating workthingies...we need them to keep the population level up for builds and dating is the first step towards creating new workthingies. If they get caught we watch :)" Genike: "Dating between workthingies and regular thingies is strictly prohibited, if caught they will be duct tapped by Rere and tickled till they can't breathe." Memphisdave: "My planet's policy on workthingie hanky panky has always been this: It is a don't ask don't tell issue. I do not wish to know about it.<subclause>the really hot workthingies are forced to be my servants..." Snowstar: "I say let em go at it...more thingy-love, more thingy-babies!!"
Genike: "Uh I haven't painted my ship in 6 years." Memphisdave: "You see a ship in the shape of a long shaft complete with what appears to be two ball shaped engines attached to either side....peculiar indeed." Ruy: "You see a proud old ship that has clearly seen many battles. Patches to the armour and newly repaired weapon systems show she is ready for anything."
As I was looking around on my hard drive this week, trying (unsuccessfully) to discover where an entire eleven gigabytes has gone, I noticed in my folder of stored articles that this is my 100th article. I would've said it's my centennial, except for the fact that I know I've lost some over the course of my career. A lot has happened since I started writing for the Chronicle, and most of it has been good. I had the privilege of working with Uniquette for most of my writing life before she retired as editor, and I've had the pleasure of meeting many very interesting people. I've exposed a ship chop-shop scandal and called to attention Diesel's Marsrat pizzas, and gotten myself in trouble by poking fun at certain Fed celebrities. I've tried to bring you the best I know how to write. I've tried to make you laugh, think, and even on occasion pause and reflect. I've called attention to things that I thought should be laughed at, and to things I thought deserved pondering. Of course, the comped expense account for travel and other assorted expenditures is pretty cool, as is the shiny steam-powered laptop the Chronicle gave me to write my articles. All I really want to do this week is thank you, my readers. Sorry, but I put the insanity on vacation for this week. I can't express my gratitude to you for reading what I write, and (by lack of hate mail) evidently enjoying it. I hope to continue bringing you the news with my personal twist on it, and my bizarre intepretations of our lives in Fed. Why? Well, for a couple reasons. I've always liked making people laugh, for one. The other is so that I can continue passing off brain damage as a work-related thing. So here's to a long extension of our informal working relationship, folks. I look forward to being your irrational columnist for a long time to come - or at least until my editor has me taken out back and hit over the head with a shovel. But until then, thank you for reading. The insanity is back on duty next week.
RTFM People in my family sometimes introduce me, "This is our computer guy." Despite my intense dislike for that descriptive phrase, I am glad to have the skills of the trade; I work on them, play on them, break them, fix them, and experiment with them. For any of you "computer guys/girls" out there: have you ever fixed someone's computer problem only to be emailed/called by them with, "What did you do to my computer? You messed something up!" You can assure them that you fixed their problem and didn't break anything else in the process, but they insist that you broke something. So you get in your car, burn about three dollars worth of fuel to get to their house and learn it was something they did. "You deleted all of these. See? They're in the Recycle Bin." "I did not! I would've remembered doing that." Click, click, grin and chuckle, "According to this, it says they were deleted today at 3:40 PM. I left your house at 3:00 PM. That means I couldn't have done it." At this point, I hope they'll give in and admit to doing something wrong or at least say, "Well, I probably did something to make this contraption do that. It never does what I want!" Ibgames and Fedders often deal with stuff like this. It is called: Newbies who can't read the manual. Federation is pretty simple to play if you read through the manual. You can pick up the details later, but learning about jobs and the vital promotions to Trader is all you need to read about until you get up to Merchant. Experienced players can insist to the player that reading the manual will answer a lot of their questions, but they refuse to believe so. It really isn't so hard to believe! In fact, the only thing I needed someone to show me how to do step-by-step in Fed was how run my company. Running my planet was something I easily learned on my own (learning how the exchange works and how to fine tune it is another story, though. Thanks, Calyx!). Your comm unit relays a message from Newbieplayer, "Where is the GM?" The manual gives the reader clear instructions on this. It isn't that hard to explore Sol. In fact, that is what you would think the whole concept behind finding the GM is: IB forcing you to explore Sol. Your comm unit relays a message from Newbieplayer, "How do you solve the puzzles?" "How do I run a company?" "I don't know how to do this… hauling is too much work." And the one I hate most of all, "I need factories with no inputs and I don't want to haul the surplus (produced in a matter of minutes) of all twelve, yes twelve, of my artifact factories." Whenever you're given factories, consider it a blessing. I don't care for facs and only give them out when a friend asks for them. Why? Because I don't need them. There are probably only two unfortunate players who do. What is my message behind this article? RTFM! That's read the fed manual.
RUY:
GROUNDHOG TO DUKE AND BACK AGAIN In the duchy of Camp, in the world that is Fed, there is a little planet, run by a well known Squire who goes by the name, Ruy. Formerly Ruylupez. In December, he was the subject of a Meet and Greet, but since then, a little bit has change. Five years ago, Fed was still AOL-based, and Ruy a character by the name Paul1430. He found the first few ranks fairly easy, and not long after joining had made his way to Squire. Ruy was a hard worker, he wasn't always hauling, but when he was he got a lot done. One day, he had hauled so much that one of the planets he spent much of his time suddenly became a deathtrap. Paul1430 soon fell victim to this trap. However, he had created an alternate just in case, so he was back on his feet. Ruy was able to get his exchange working - as he remarked: "I've always been able to take any Ex I've had and make groats". Ruy continued to work on his planet; he estimated that he spent only a month at each rank, give or take, of course. Soon he and his alts were doing just fine. But, after making Techie, an announcement was made, Fed would move to the web. Ruy couldn't take all of his Alts with him, so unfortunately for them, they had to go. But Ruy moved on from the loss of his alts, and continued to play the game as he had, as a hard worker. Then the hardest blow of all hit Ruy. It was announced now that Fed would no longer be free. This was unfortunate for Ruy, because being a student he felt he couldn't get away with paying for Fed, and so he had to say goodbye. For what he said must have been close to two years, Ruy had to make do with AOL's games, hosting chess so he didn't have to pay for them. However he kept feeling regretful that he hadn't finished the cycle, hadn't made Duke, and hadn't done all there had been for him to do in Fed. But after this dark time, Ruy was able, and he returned as Ruylupez! After a year or so, Ruy made Baron and decided that he would sit on his bum for a while. But in April of 2001 Ruy felt he had to go for it, so he gave it shot, and Ruylupez became a Duke. But now Ruy felt bored. He had made Duke, the highest rank. What was he to do? "Um... I sat around being bored, recruited some planets, got bored, recruited some more, played Fed Survivor, got bored again", says Ruy. To try and liven his spirits in October of 2001 Ruylupez became the new host of the game, Cup of Fearlessness. According to Ruy, this did have an effect; it made one night of the week interesting… Ruy continued to go on to December. He was the feature of a meet and greet. He was grilled with questions, many like the ones I asked him myself for this article, many more I didn't. However, no one could have foreseen what would be next for Ruylupez… Ruy. In mid-January, the boredom finally got to him, he had to do something, and Ruylupez made his decision. A double death. Ruy was created of Ruylupez's desire for more to do. However, while Ruy had intended to do everything the traditional way, many people, some Ruy himself had helped in the past, wanted to give him cash, and they found ways of making sure he got it. "Once I was filling a ware with commods to haul and somehow in the scroll I ended up with several hundred megs I hadn't had when I started buying commods!", exclaims Ruy. Ruy has found it easy to deal with not having his teleporter, though he does intend to get it back as soon as he can. Ruy is quite happy now, he has something to do. He once again can enjoy the cycle of work and reward. Ruy hasn't finished. He still hosts Cup of Fearlessness, which by the way is every Wednesday at ten, and looks forward to the work ahead of him. Finally Ruy says, if you have made Duke and feel that you're bored, go ahead, give his method a try. He does mention however that if you've not made Duke, or feel there's still more ahead, or perhaps just like power, that you should stick by your rank. Many of us know he isn't the only person to have done this, but who will be next? Who will be next to want to re-experience the world of the lower ranks? Ruy winks and says, "Besides... this game could use fewer duchies."
HOW TO
MAKE FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE PEOPLE Before anyone mentions it, no, I'm not claiming I know how to make friends. Everyone hates me, this I understand. This isn't actually about making friends. It's about wanting things. I've recently been virtually attacked by people who exhibit the same signs. These people want something, then do something that will almost surely stop it from happening. Allow me to give you a couple of examples. There's a returning player from AOL, who shall remain nameless to protect the innocent (or something like that.) The first thing he does, like all players from AOL, is complain. He wants to know where all the people are. He wants to know why the game is the same. He wants to know why there are so few people of low rank. So, being the kind and helpful person I am, I attempt to explain. All the people are gone, which is nice, because it cuts down on lag, crashes, and annoying snerts. The game is the same because we happen to like the game as it is. And there are so few people of low rank because nobody is allowed to stay there, or wants to for that matter. People want to race to the top, they want it all now. And the people at the so-called top say ok, and hand the people of lower ranks money to speed them there. What does this person do? He demands the game be changed so more people can arrive, for starters. Then he proceeds to beg for money, macros, and other tools to rush him to the top. He resents that there's nobody below Squire, and yet he does what all the would-be poor people did, therefore adding to the problem. Another example. A friend and fellow Chronicle reporter, who shall also remain nameless, asked for suggestions. One was for her to come to duchies to interview people. So, thinking this sounded like quite a good idea, she agreed, and asked for people to step forward and volunteer their duchies. As you all can tell by this point, that didn't happen. You see, people complain about wanting exposure and fun, and yet nobody will actively go after it. It's all well and good to suggest, but to actually do it, that's absurd. The point I'm trying to make, and yes I have one, is that if you don't like something, it's not good enough to demand it be changed. You have to actively find a way to change it, or at least help change it, and definitely don't make it worse. If you want there to be more poor people, work the ranks yourself, and when you reach higher points don't give money. If you want fun, make your own. Now the part about making friends. If you complain about a problem then make it worse, you won't make any friends at all, because people sense that as a measure of personality. People will hate you, and talk about you behind your back, even if they're not sure why. I'm the nice one. At least I'll talk to your face.
Recently, my job had me climbing around a warehouse, visually accounting for nearly every piece of inventory in the building. Apparently, by industry standards, it is a "small" warehouse, however, after running around inside it for over a week, I've equated small to mean "roughly the size of Vermont." In addition to the actual floor space, there are huge, industrial-strength racks supporting even more stuff in massive shelving banks. I couldn't even guess as to how much stuff was in that building, although after looking at hundreds of thousands of bills of lading, I will say that it is a LOT of stuff. This, of course, doesn't include the dozens of skip-loaders, mini-lifts, forklifts, haulers, and other heavy equipment, all of which they were kind enough to put into the hands of Yours Truly, who has had precisely zero practice with such things. Damage was minimal. Such is the life of a programmer. And I thought I'd have a desk job. This entire warehouse adventure was preparation for a new task: creating a computerized warehouse retrieval system. I thought I had a better way of doing things, and I told the warehouse foreman about it. However, every time I mentioned the word "bays," I got a "whut?" in return. Thank everything we're not entrusting this man with antimatter. But as I was suspended above (by a couple miles, it seemed) the concrete floor, checking labels, I realized I've never once had to do this in Fed. I just ask for whatever it is I need from my warehouse, and POOF! there it is. There's no looking, no moving, and ESPECIALLY NO CLIMBING. (It's not that I'm afraid of heights, I just have this thing about having something solid to hold on to while I'm up there, and boxes don't count.) Perhaps these tasks have been relegated to workthingies. But of course, there's the speed of the operation. Unless you're being affected by Lag (as most of us are), it's an instantaneous operation. Ask and ye shall receive... and in less than four working days at that. This gives me a sense of hope that I may actually finish this job alive and correctly, because maybe it's my program we're working with in the future. Either that or it's "Warehouse for Windows." I doubt the latter because we always get precisely what we ask for and the warehouse never occasionally just bursts into flames. For those of you who have never personally dealt with a warehouse, I'm not going to suggest you go take a look at one. I wouldn't suggest that to anyone. Perhaps you should send a thank-you note to your warehouse workthingies. Or perhaps I did finish my contract, which means you might want to send ME a thank-you note (that's okay; your glowing admiration is enough). Whatever the case is, I'm just glad that I don't have to climb on boxes anymore. Although I do miss driving the big machines around.
COMMERCIAL I've made more time for Fed lately. Not so much to escape reality (I've been looking for ways to), but to see if I can tweak my exchange to a good one, like my last Baron exchange, with strategic builds and production points. Why do this? Being a rich Baron and not going anywhere else anytime soon, I would like to supply a good exchange that Squires can haul to and make a nice profit and so all POs (and the Explorer building his link) can buy commodities for builds. Providence was once a Squire's dream: all the deficits were agricultural with the markups set low and the stockpile high. Then, of course, I DDed (laugh it up, then continue reading) and lost this beautiful piece of work that I labored so hard to bring to perfection and worked so little to get the large sum of money out of it everyday. It is true, once I built all I could build, I didn't do any work on my exchange whatsoever and being rewarded for my laziness, that beautiful money maker pumped out at least a hundred megs a day. Sometimes, maybe once a week, I would fire up a hauler and haul out to Theti and Dominance, but doing that too much would make other haulers miss out on the great low prices of my surplus! Trade on Providence – buy low, sell high!
Saturday morning, it was my birthday, and being the brat I am, there was only one question I could think of to poll people with... >xt It's my birthday... what did
you get me? Your comm unit relays a message from Genike, "Happy B-day." Your comm unit relays a message from Rasal, "A good excuse for why I didn't get you anything." Your comm unit relays a message from Librarian, "::hands you a banana::" Your comm unit relays a message from Genike, "Cigerette break!!!" Your comm unit relays a message from Jordy, "::rummages thru her bag of goodies::" Your comm unit relays a message from Jordy, "give me a sec, Jelly... I'm sure I can find something in here :)" Your comm unit relays a message from Tis, "Happy birthday, Jelly {{{{{{{}}}}}}}" >xt What?! No diamonds, no
candy? >xt Where's the love? Your comm unit relays a message from Rasal, "<----shows Jordy the love." Your comm unit relays a message from Tis, "::opens up a bag and pulls out a huge cake with candles already burning:::" Your comm unit relays a message from Snowstar, ":::got Jelly something she's always needed to make her complete...presents her with....PEANUT BUTTER!!! (creamy!):::" Your comm unit relays a message from Jordy, "::gives Jelly one of them diamond ring look-alike candy rings:: " Your comm unit relays a message from Jordy, "Oh my..::blushes at Rasal::" >xt Hmm... Candy rings... it
goes with my sugary planet
I spent most of last week trying to compose a list of things to remember, so I could carry it around with me all the time. It's not easy being a dog and having so many rules to follow. Sol had reverberated once again with the shock wave of Hazed screaming out, "If you do that ONE MORE TIME...", motivating me to get my act together before I forgot what she was screaming about this time. Unfortunately I forgot to add "mail off article to Hazed" to the list. Based on past experience and repeated warnings, here's the list of Things Alsatian Needs to Remember:
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FOR SONS OF APATHY