Nobody writes in this thing anymore.

Well. Thunderbeck episode two is in the works. Should be up on Friday. Sometimes I relly do forget myself. I've got better things to do than slavishly keep up w/ the debauchery of the world. Not that it's not fun. But I really do enjoy my work, whenever I get around to actually doing it. So fuck you. Just remembered I've got a pretty overwhelming ( Read more... )

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The bad timings of Hair Day reverberated through all the days of Man's life, back and forth like ripples. Rings after rings of influence that never slipped even in subsidance, until the world was slow and the ripples were small and the whole affair seemed the tomb time ( Read more... )

Oh my good life.

The average volume of the human brain is 1400 cubic-centimeters. That's 52 fluid ounces. That's 4.3 cans of beer. Imagine the superluminal potential of a six pack filled not with beer, but with neural tissue; liquid neural tissue that we could pour into our minds like a computer upgrade. Chug. Too much Douglas Adams today. And in real life, I did ( Read more... )

I once saw a gnarled wood thing that thought it was a cake. Unfortunately, cakes had frosting, and this dead tree stump had none.

When the world turns to sky saviours, aquamen find work in the food-service industry. That can never be good.

Borne of my pain and frustration. Ba-boom.

Aa-aaghra,
baahgrawbag
abauw-wah-dy,
dee-dum-dee,
dum-d-dun-d-
da-dee-um-dee
ee, lo, ee, lo
and wound me down
to the ground,
and the road,
wind me in to
the snow,
ahglow, afriend,
syee, wee
uumfgh.