[Video clicks on, and there's a young man who's clearly been yanked straight out of the trenches peering towards the screen. He's dressed in an American first world war uniform, encrusted with grime and mud, and clutching a rifle and bayonet to his chest. He looks uncomfortable, and a little twitchy. Clearly he's not taking being redistributed ( Read more... )

[Video opens to Jim sitting at his desk, he looks well groomed and comfortable, and opens by shooting a cheerful smile out at you] Does anyone have any recommendations for self medicating insomnia? [He holds up two small capsules so you can see them.] I've been taking Melatonin, since I'm guessing the infirmary was concerned about proscribing me ( Read more... )

[Audio clatters on! You get to enjoy a thick southern accent a little way off from the communicator, and the sounds of someone rummaging through closets.]

Gawd, place this fancy, you'd think he'd be stocking something other than rabbit food and wine?[A door slams, and the voice gets louder as she abandons her search of the kitchen and approaches ( Read more... )

I remember hearing about an artist who hired billboards one Christmas to put up these huge posters, saying: "Santa gives rich kids more toys ( Read more... )

[Video clicks on, and there's a skinny, kinda dirty looking fifteen year old boy, just staring at the communicator. His expression's completely blank for a few minutes, but he's cool, he's just watching other peoples entries. Eventually, he seems to run out of entries, and his attention flicks to the recording lens ( Read more... )