How The Illithid Stole Lolthmas, Part Four
Was the Illithid ultimately able to steal Lolthmas? Can Lolthmas truly be stolen? The final page may contain these answers. We will try, I repeat try, to wait a year before doing that again. I italicized that second “try” to emphasize the difficulty therein.
I’m a little afraid to see Sherlock Holmes, not so afraid that I won’t see it, certainly, but still: fear. As a palliative, I have taken several doses of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, which stars the incredibly rad Jeremy Brett. If it were not thoroughly impossible, I would say that he was the inspiration for the Holmes himself: that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was in fact writing fan fiction based on Brett’s turn as the great detective. I’ve seen every episode of the program, which is something of a feat actually, and when I saw it pop up as I was browsing Netflix I noticed a substantial portion of them are available digitally. I think you might find the watching thereof a ritual fine and wond’rous, and each return to them a comfort which abides.
Child’s Play now rests at $1,502,659.93, around seventy thousand dollars more than last year, which means I may now adjust my rhetoric downward in intensity. Feel free to donate! That is still a good idea, and typically happens well into the new year, even though the official drive “comes to a close” December 31st. There’s really no two ways about it, though: in The Worst Year Ever, Child’s Play had its best. Over the seven years it has been in existence, this distributed, very nearly frictionless engine has raised just shy of six and a half million dollars in toys, games, and cash. What we store up during the winter months is distributed to children all year, as though from Joy Silos.
Our victory is absolute; that is, until the next victory, which will be greater still. Sorry! I actually think the rhetoric thing broke off at some point. I have been looking, and I can’t find it.