SKIRMISHER

Now that the festival for dead people is just around the corner, it’s nice to poke again into the dark, semen-rimmed sphincter of the Internets to slip into the season’s very inspiring character. For starters, there’s Deathclock, for those who have the itch to know when they’re gonna die. While it’s probably lame, it’s helpful; it has a link to a darned health library like it truly cares.

But for more fun, check out the Death Psychic, which in an earlier post I had revealed to have told me I’d die from an “unprovoked stabbing from a carnival worker.” I wonder if it still holds.

Stumble it!