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The Editor-In-Chimp Is Here

Christmas Ape — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 09:20:00 EST

Much of your human world continues to horrify and confuse me, most of all your bizarre construct of weekdays. The one you call Will has cast me into my Monday bondage by bludgeoning my mate to death with his advanced human weaponry. How ever did you concoct stick with a nail in it? Sadly, I am now in his thrall until Bubbles the Monkey God sees it right to call me home.

Until then, kindly amuse me by using your opposable thumbs to send tips to XmasApe@gmail.com. I promise not to fling them back at you covered in Sean Mahan's feces.

Happy Leap Day, Everyone!

rickchand — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 09:40:26 EST

So does today actually exist or not? After watching Lost last night, I'm more confused than ever ... and this article is no help. Anyway, on the off chance that today really does exist, I'll be posting a full day's worth of sports outtakes, bloopers and practical jokes. Will is still on vacation, so hit me with tips at RickChand@GMail.com, if you wold be so kind. And remember that we're putting the new cover on tips now, so if you could do that from now on that would be great.

And now for your Leap Day viewing pleasure, some Leap Day-esque sports abnormalities, courtesy of The Legend of Cecilio Guante.

Uncle Joey Is Babysitting Today

rickchand — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 09:41:45 EST

Imagine my surprise when I got in this morning and found this note: On vacation. You're doing the site for the next two days. Do not try to contact me. Beer in the fridge. — Will. A sudden chill ran through me, for I knew instantly what the implications were: There was in fact no beer in the fridge.

The good news is that it's late February and nothing's happening anyway; so sit back and enjoy nine hours of Bullwinkle impressions. You can hit me with tips at RickChand@GMail.com; or otherwise, a note tied to a rock will work as usual. The only request I would make of our commenters is that you don't submit any recipes for fertilizer bombs. Looking forward to a fun day. And if Kimmy Gibbler ends up pregnant, it wasn't me.