So this past weekend, Grinnell was the scene of a bit of lovely drama ( Read more... )

Robert Jordan died. That's very, very sad news for me. His books made up a considerable bit of the fantasy reading I've done up to this point. Coming at the time it does, with my current mood...

I dunno.

I haven't felt like this in years.

Alright. Fuck you. Both of you. All of you. Seriously.

( Zen Parable or Just Someone Being Cruel? )

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On this, a glorious Thursday, I did partake joyously of a hot dog. Three, in fact. That will only be funny to NQM, Brady, and Mark, I think, but I'm awesome nonetheless ( Read more... )

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Dear members of my gender: please die at your earliest convenience. Seriously. Making the universal sign for cunnilingus at passing females from within the safety of your corvette is not appropriate behavior. It's bad enough that you have a tiny penis and feel the need to compensate by driving a fiberglass wang, but could you refrain from ( Read more... )

You remember that word I was hoping to make? The one that would imply that I wish for someone not only to die, but to die by having his or her flesh rent by ravenous weasels? Yeah. That's how I feel about Jen Krohn right now ( Read more... )