Hearken back to the days of yore, when the folks who brought us “You Don’t Know Jack” unleashed upon the ‘net the outrageous competitive acronym-creation game called “Acrophobia.” I remember it well, long hours spent wracking my feeble brain for an outstanding acronym to suit random letter combinations. On a couple of occasions there’d be half a dozen of us who would camp out at work, gang up on a room, turn on our speakerphones and cheat the system like a band of pirates.

Oh wait, maybe I wasn’t supposed to tell you that last bit. Ah well.

Every now and then I look for someone to resurrect the game I loved, and I’ve always been disappointed… until now.

First I discovered Acro2, free but still in beta.

Then I found AcroChallenge, free but advertising-encumbered.

Finally I stumbled across the fansite called Acrophobia Flashback which directed me to the legitimate holders of the Acro name, Uproar.com.

I shall try them, and I shall hold forth about the blessings and shortcomings of each, in the days to come. Oh yes, I most certainly will. (Correction, I’ll probably try out Acro2 and AcroChallenge, and I may try out the official version at Uproar if they don’t want my money or permission to fill my inbox with spam.) Stay tuned, duck fans…

Lilith called me this afternoon to tell me the strangest thing: They talked about me. Gustav and Daria, they are, also known as the KNRK morning show.

If you want to know what was said, you’ll need to click the following link…
Daria Talks About Karel

Following in the footsteps of esteemed folk like Mononoke, Tinkrbel, Peach-Pit, Shegirl and some jerk-off who went by the silly nickname of “GreyDuck”… one more former denizen of the former NRK chat channel has gone live with a blog/journal/thingie.

Ladies and gents, I am pleased to direct you to korashime.net. Go forth, friends, and tell Korashime how glad we are to have him online with us.

(If the name doesn’t resolve, give it some time. DNS updates can take a day or two.)

I tried to shoo her into bed, but instead she’s insisting on writing in her journal. Well, it’s not like she doesn’t have things to write about, eh? After all, she’s going through an awful lot right now. I’m glad to have provided her an outlet for some of it.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I want to finish up with Lain so I can type up my overall impressions of the series. See you at 1:00 Pacific Daylight (but at night) Time, okay?

Here’s what I want to know: How the hell do they know what the temperature “feels like?” For instance, take a look at the current weather indicator for Portland, Oregon. Sixty-three degrees, and it feels like sixty-three as well! Astonishing!

I’d be delighted if someone could explain this to me. And if you do so tonight, be sure to use small words so I’ll be certain of understanding you. Thanks.

Since you’re not getting the intellectual stimulation you’re probably accustomed to, let me point you in the direction of The People’s Republic of Seabrook. (That’s in Texas, y’all.) There you’ll find a smorgasbord of delightful diatribes against the absurdities we see through the public eye. Go forth and be amused, outraged, and enlightened.