Ze Hollair, she ees complete. Honh honh honh!

That's right, the annual Holiday Holler is finished, as edited as it's ever gonna be, and is ready to be copied about a bazillion times and rolled out the door. (Took me long enough, huh?)

If you're already on our mailing list: good luck getting off it, suckas! If for some unfathomable reason you actually want a copy of the Holler to come your way, please provide me with your snailmail address so that I may foist it upon you. Comment moderation has been temporarily turned on to ensure your privacy. ETA: OK, moderation off. Post at your own risk.

(For those not in the know, the Holler is more or less an antidote to those other end-of-year newsletters... you know the kind, either syrupy-sweet glurge or over-the-top brag sheets. In response, our newsletter is nearly-pure rumor, innuendo and fabrication, with the occasional grain of truth sprinkled over the top like jimmies on a donut. Some have found it amusing. Most of the rest are begging for mercy. Just so you can't say you weren't warned.)

In other self-shilling news, this seems to be the must-have item for the holiday season, based on how many of them are flying out the door. Captain Midnight says, "More! Sell more! Support me in the style to which I wish to become accustomed!" Allrighty then.