It's gray and wet here, and the Wild Turkey is doing nothing to help.
My cats have become very excited about something or another, and have taken to galloping about and sounding long, mournful wails.
Christ, they can be loud when they run. I am surrounded by Cat Thunder.
Does anyone read this? For fuck's sake, comment on the writing or something.

Everyone is saying that the End of Days is coming soon, but I disagree. Fuck 2012, the world ended in the 90s, when punk became pop and sensitive became the new masculine. This is the post-apocalypse of American culture that I'm stuck in, with one retro movement after another trying desperately to recapture the energy of days long past ( Read more... )

Well, hello there. Warren Ellis told me that all I need to make my writing known and respected is the internet, and I think he's a fucking liar. Still, he does make good comics, so I'm starting this blog on the off-chance that people around here give a shit ( Read more... )