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THE SCENE: Your local, neighborhood Domino's Pizza. A usual business night. Nothing out of the ordinary. The telephone rings. A high school-aged part-time employee answers. PART-TIME EMPLOYEE: Thank you for calling Domino's, how can I help you? Winnie The Pooh is on the other end of the line. WINNIE THE POOH: Oh...hello. I would like to order a large pizza with extra...honey. Part-time employee is surprised by this unusual request. He scans the restaurant quickly, glances at a co-worker for help and then returns to the phone. PART-TIME EMPLOYEE: Okay, we don't actually offer honey as a pizza topping. WINNIE THE POOH: Oh, don't worry. *

November 1999. We begin our story at Mom's Spaghetti, a nice little family-owned Italian joint in the Detroit metro area. The lights are dim, the tables are adorned with magenta candles and a Victrola in the corner churns out Dean Martin. Suddenly, Eminem walks in, wearing a khaki trench coat. His face displays an expression of subdued nihilism. He sits down at the restaurant's bar. A squat, doting, middle-aged woman wearing an apron and her hair in a net approaches him. "The usual", Eminem tells her, with no emotion in his voice."Of course, hon", she replies and walks away. A few minutes later, she returns with a large, steaming pail of

Several days ago, I created a game that I've named "Crossovers". Later that night, one of my friends came over to my house and we played this new game for about an hour. It was fairly fun and I can imagine some good times will be had with it in the future. I'm going to explain this game in a question-and-answer format. "Who is this game designed for?" For people who are very familiar with fiction. Fiction nerds, basically. "What is the purpose of this game?" To have fun, to use and strengthen your imaginative talents, to cooperate with your fellow players. "How do you play this game?" First gather 2-8 people. There are three stacks of car

The war was over and the fields and forests Smoldered with the carcasses of Europe's men In Holy Russia, the great upheaval Arrived to herald civilization's end Nicholas was prepared for this Born on the Sixth of May The celebration of the Feast Of Job Whose ordeal the Tsar would repeat In a vision, he had seen two goblets. One bitter, one sweet And the bitter wine was poured upon his subjects heads His spirit glowing, he proclaimed: "Let this cup pass from my country, for I shall drink instead." His most pious majesty Reducing his personal fortune to want All to ease his poor peasants plight Extending his mercy to the wretched and crooked

The suburbs are where you grew up, in a home surrounded by your family. They're where your family sat around the kitchen table for breakfast before you and your brother and sister boarded the bus to school and  your parents drove to work. You started your day in the suburbs and at the end of the day, your family returned to that table to say grace, eat a delicious dinner and discuss with one another how that day went. In the suburbs, your family was always there for you and you were always there for them. The suburbs are where your friends lived. Most of them you met from your classes at school but there were some that you knew from your Lit