as for all this "accidental seance" business...  here's the recipe... i was wearing my clever ouija board print baby blue t with the even more clever ouija board pointer i'd pimped out on a 20k gold rope... there i was, rocking the early classics... "how much is a handshake?"... "robot ranger"... "the telephone twist"... when the pointer began jerking around on my neck... carving deep gashes into the shirt and into my chest.. H... R... Z... Over and over it pointed to the letters... H... R... Z... I ripped the shirt off, exposing my rippling manpool of deceptively saggy muscles... and there... carved in flesh... the letters... H... R... Z...