Dive into the archives.
- Time To Jog
Since getting married and selling out to the man for a desk job, I have- through a strict regiment of beer and hot pockets- dedicated myself to developing the figure of a German grandmother. Today I realized that I do indeed have a problem.
A moment ago, while stretching at my desk, my pants button jettisoned […]
- Hepticycle
Last night I was confronted by something extremely troubling.
Something that even as I witnessed it my mind tried desperately to dismiss. Like the fannypack, it simply should not exist, yet there it was.
A seven-person bike.
Seven. I had to count them a couple times.
Check it out here. (link)
It’s exactly the same bike. And coincidentally it was […]
- First Call For Contributers
Contributers wanted for new project.
Not willing to give any info at the moment, just use your imagination. You’re reading this blog, you can perhaps guess the tone of said project.
Email me if you’re interested.
- Serenity
Holy Ever-Loving Mother Of Crap.
Joss Whedon needs to get a sex change. Then he needs to have a baby with Robert Rodriquez.
The product of this union must then be promised to my daughter in holy matrimony.
I have yet to talk this over with Heidi but I’ve never heard her actually express any problem with arranged […]
