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I been a bit slack on the Mailwashing and the following turned up in the inbox. This is the whole text of a spam mail trying to get me to click through to some cable deal or other-
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Oh dear. On top of the brain dead moralising from the New York Post, GTA: Vice City is under attack again, specifically over the ‘Kill the Haitians’ mission. Anybody who bothered to play the game could tell you that you don’t pick on any one race- everyone is killed equally- and it’s all about extreme stereotypes anyway.
I’ve never really been a fan of fighting games. So I was quite surprised to find I was addicted to Tekken 4. New Year’s Eve descended into a drunken brawl as the seven of us had a tournament, with one controller going clockwise and the other anti-clockwise around the room.
Can a writer ever take themself completely out of their stories? Danny Leigh thinks not.
Which reminds me. I have two quite autobiographical projects that are currently stalled that I’ve promised people I’ll finish- Post & Publish, which Penny wants me to finish and Eliza Effect, which Jenny has been asking about. There’s not much chance of Heavensent being considered boigraphical.
A refferal from Sharpton 2004 managed to get spoofed into my logs this morning, which makes a change from Paris Hilton sites, I guess.