I'll give you guys some leeway, actually, and Lummox, if you want to revise anything you can (but you don't <i>need</i> to if you don't <i>want</i> to).<P>Some of the drawings are SO BAD that I'm accepting multiple answers. The three in the middle and the one on the lower right are specific. The one in the upper left has two possible answers; the one in the lower left has two possible answers; the one in the upper right has three.<P>The one on the lower door is not actually part of the game. Sorry. I should have mentioned that before. That was supposed to be Jackson, but I ran into problems trying to draw him. One: the combination of pen, scanner, program I use won't accept thin lines very well, so all cameos were mouse-drawn. Two: my mouse sucks. Three: it was 11:30 at night. I meant to be done by no later than 11:00. So that's a very, VERY distorted picture of Jackson. The freezer section alone is for the game. And there's no prize for this, since later posters can guess earlier posters' answers with no penalty. The haiku "contest", however, will be ending shortly, with a winner to be determined by my lovely wife, Ann. (Not only is she an English teacher and therefore qualified to judge poetry, but she took several years of Japanese and is therefore qualified to judge haiku.*)<P>--Strange/Dave<P>*<FONT SIZE="1"><RANT>Please note that I am not implying <I>all</I> English teachers are qualified to judge poetry. Lord knows most of mine from college weren't. Anyone who can read the phrase "where the cowflops lie" in a poem in the same breathy, artsy-fartsy voice that a preschool teacher would use to describe rainbows to wide-eyed lads and lasses needs to either lay off her meds or watch a Tarantino flick. Thank you.</RANT></FONT><P>
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Neurotic -- sane, but unhappy about it.<p>[This message has been edited by Somebody Strange (edited 06-07-2001).]