…we kindly go to it. The daughter and I are headed to L.A. today to visit the Museum of Death. It used to live in San Diego, but has since moved about a bit, and has found (hopefully) a final resting place. I wanted to close a few tabs before we leave.
From Wikipedia:
However, there were several differences between the original game concept and that initially published in 1949, In particular, Pratt’s original design calls for ten characters, one of whom was to be designated the victim by random drawing prior to the start of the game. These ten included the eliminated Mr. Brown, Mr. Gold, Miss Grey, and Mrs. Silver, with Nurse White, and Colonel Yellow. The game allowed for play of up to eight remaining characters, providing for nine suspects in total. Originally there were eleven rooms, including the eliminated “gun room” and cellar. In addition there were nine weapons including the unused axe, bomb, syringe, poison, shillelagh (walking stick/cudgel), and fireplace poker. Some of these unused weapons and characters would appear in later spinoff versions of the game.
I like the old weapons better! It would be interesting to find out exactly when and why each was replaced…
I agree with Atwood here. I think that, much in the way any diet that requires you to pay attention to what you eat, any writing form that requires you to consider the words you use will make you a better writer.
An interesting article about the brain and the universe which no doubt has every stoner in the world feeling vindicated for every time they mused aloud about the possibility that we are atoms…
Christmas is coming, and this atheist, should she have been good enough, would love to be brought, by whatever imaginary being is feeling kind, this monocle necklace, these tabi, these sticks or a story arc that would bring together romantisexually either Reid and Morgan or Sherlock and Watson. 
This new Banksy piece pleases me greatly.
Further proof, kids, that none of the nasty you think you’ve invented is new at all.
Oh, and I graduate this May. Now, off to death with me.