I might as well write this down while I remember, since I can't seem to sustain any organized thought on it ( Read more... )

Another self-absorbed contemplation of no global consequence. For more romantic spewings see Facebook ( Read more... )

For the boy's eyes alone, perhaps. This is supposed to be a journal of sorts, after all. But if it makes any damn sense to you whatsoever, go ahead and comment. I'm not gonna go to a lot of trouble to supply context at the moment, but I might do so later ( Read more... )

This is an idea I just had, so I'm gonna write it here to sort it out a bit ( Read more... )

I just did something ridiculous. I worked on Brandi's WarI'd been doing some heavy work on the SLE as is often the case these days, and I guess to unwind I started poking around my LJ archive. So I ended up here ( Read more... )

For my crude records, this is the crude script I wrote to finally calculate the probabilities of hands of the asses in the Ass Hall (in case I need to do this another time to confirm):

( Code is scary-ish )

So I haven't posted much over the past month or so, and I don't really have much motivation to post much more in the future ( Read more... )

Well, back in high school, this big guy Derek used to pick on us a lot. He used to tell guys how gay they were. So one time by my locker I told him to head out to the football field and get back to stroking his buddies’ asses. He broke my nose, but I got a nice laceration on his chin with an (admittedly lucky) uppercut. His girlfriend got pretty ( Read more... )