Note: Email address is NOT required.

Here are some old posts you might want to glance at. If you're that kind of nerd. (I know /u/thisisbillgates is that kind of nerd.)

Edit: Have done this several years in a row, /u/stephkempf has always been helpful in making sure this complies with the rules, but if there are any questions, comments, concerns, let me know. Also please direct any and all angry outbursts at me and NOT the people of Random Acts of Cards. They're decent folk, y'know.

2022

2021

2020

2019

This year has been slowly getting away from me, so I'm putting this up later than anticipated. But who cares. Certainly not you. Sitting there, smug after your Thanksgiving day celebrations, stuffed with turkey and cranberry sauce which isn't really a sauce if you just slide it out of a can, Sharron.

Assuming you're from the US, of course. Otherwise it's just a normal Friday for you, and you're trying to figure out why a grump old white American man is chastising you on the Internet. Or why you're putting up with it. Hell, you may even be trying to figure out why you're still reading this.

The answer, my not-yet-friend, is because you want to be part of something different. Something magical. Something pure as the driven snow. Something that will make your blood tingle and magic pour forth from your lips as laughter and joy fill your very soul.

But that's not what this is. No. This is a lament. A sad and desperate attempt by a feeble minded middle-aged man to maintain relevance in a world that is swiftly passing him. This event will fill you with sorrow and madness as you forget that you've requested a card. Your significant other will contact me on Facebook, demanding to know why their partner is receiving mail from me, and threatening bodily harm.

My bloodshot eyes, daring a hangover to sneak out of the darkness, will stare directly into your soul as I envoke Emperor Palpatine's most famous words:

Do it.

So sign up, if you're brave. Sign up if you're sad. Sign up if you're scared and needing to be brave. Sign up if you're happy, and sign up if you're carefree. Sign up and let's tell a story, just one, maybe two, that will lead us to next year.

For next year is year ten, and this is but nine, and for now, for now you can only request a card. Filled out by me, James Cordrey, while I drink alcohol in the flavor of apple pie, and consider the decisions that lead me to this course of action.

Do you want to sign up?

Here's the link.

Good luck.

EDIT: You know what's cool? Asking people to let you send them cards and forgetting to ask for their address. If you filled out the form prior to seeing this edit, please refill out the form at your earliest convenience.

Thank you.