R.I.P. the electrocution game

Dear friends, it is with heavy heart and great sorrow that I announce that the electrocution game is no longer amongst us. It's in a better place now (tradition insists that I say this; no place is better than wherever Taco Friday occurs).

Beloved by many, and hated by those who think it was "too scary," the electrocution game was born in a nameless factory in China, assembled by equally nameless workers. Through humanitarian intervention by J.P., it was brought here to Somerville, where it lived its life making our own more exciting. It is survived by all those who still do not have full sensation in their hands. Services will be held some Friday in the future. In lieu of flowers, donations in its name can be sent to DOGPAC, a political fund established to lobby for the promotion of dog AIDS.

Amen.

Taco Friday lost and found

Again, I found various possessions following a Taco Friday that will be joined in a civil union with urine if not claimed. They include:

1. A thin gray sweater, presumably belonging to a woman
2. A black knit scarf, presumably belonging to a woman

CLAIM THESE ITEMS if they are yours. Otherwise, urine.