Cheap advice:The SimCity games were a great way to waste time by slowly building up a city, solving traffic jams, battling pollution and zoning, zoning, zoning (and sometimes using a cheat code to create an instant Manhattan before cruelly destroying it with fires, earthquakes and monsters). But you could always count on your advisors to ruin the fun, nagging on about school taxes and fire-preparedness. Here are some new advisors, like the pyromaniac fire chief and the rape-advocate security chief at
www.somethi-ngawful.com/d/news/simcity-advisors.php?page.
Can has bacon? Where does breakfast go when it dies? The Bacon Tomb of course. Some guy took one strip of delicious, streaky bacon and one farm fresh egg and imprisoned them inside airtight lexan, and observed the changes over a yearlong period. Quick summary: think bacon-stained glass and a sedimentary egg. But whatever the metamorphosis, no odour emerged from the morning-meal-mausoleum. Gross? Totally at warehouse.carlh.com/article_149/.
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