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v2.01.02: Mr. Toad's border-run (and Mr. Jeremy's run-in with Jack Sharp)
Well, that's one way to lose all those unsightly extra holiday pounds. I didn't just watch my weight, I heard, felt, smelled and tasted, as my contents evacuated by the most convenient egress available. Yeah, "ewww" is right. Let's not do that again, m'kay? Thnx much ( Read more... ) -
v1.11.13: The rare who roast beast (and the number thereof)
This year I resolve to update this darned thing. And this being the start of another spin around the armillary sphere, now seemed like a good time to institute a proper multi-tiered datestamp system. A flat scheme is concise and impossible to misunderstand, but it gets tiresome performing higher-order gazinta calculations in my head, especially ( Read more... ) -
Day 536: Is it time for my close-up yet?
Sunday trip to the park came with an extra-special treat: hot girl-on-girl street-fighting action! This yuppie bitch totally cleaned up on a cyclist chick right between the swingset and the sandpit. Both had simply appalling fashion sense. There was a crowd of onlookers traveling alongside the fight, too, including one guy with a camera. Near ( Read more... ) -
Day 525: Is it cookie time yet?
It's funny to watch the whole spectacle of Republicans trying to slash federal subsidies for the Corporation for Public Broadcasting. The argument that these subsidies represent a small portion of CPB's budget nowadays, thanks to the largess of private and corporate donors, is technically accurate. But never mind that. What idiot politician ( Read more... ) -
Day 524: The People's Republic of Busytown
Holy hell, over a year since my last post! That's no good. The government training program for girlie assassins has curtailed Net access after several embarrassing reports in the media of shady intelligence ops. The grossest part by far has developing an immunity to every disease on the face of the planet, and a few more that were cooked up in ( Read more... ) -
Day 123: Usul no longer needs the weirding module
Training exercises last weekend with in the Sand Lake Deadzone involved a full schedule, so during a spare moment I jotted down some notes in my hardcopy journal for posting on here later, so that I wouldn't forget a single action-packed detail. Well, let me tell you, that shit was a good idea, because after some spice-induced fever-dreams last ( Read more... ) -
Day 112: Power to the (little) people
Saturday was just an all around weird experience. First, I had to get gussied up in this floofy dress for some formal reception for clan elders. The purple velvet bodice was pretty sweet -- but a taffeta slip and a tutu? I realize that it's polite to conform to the customs of official guests, but WTF, leave me my dignity. La Femme Nikita and ( Read more... ) -
Day 102: You and your old man Kung-Fu
Last Saturday, I went to quantumanomaly's "over the hill" party. His dojo is a straight shot from the zoo, so whenever one of the lemurs makes a break for it, they head there for shelter from the authorities. While we were meleeing for cheese-filled sausages, it came out that I had completely spaced about Sakura-Con, to which he was planning to chaperone his ( Read more... ) -
Day 94: Enter the oblongagon
The beauty of social engineering is that not only is it often the most effective means of intrusion, but it can be hella more fun compared to a more technical attack. Today I not only got inside the belly of the beast, but got a sugary pastry and a pat on the head by the gatekeepers for doing so. Three cheers for "Bring Yer Whelp to Werk Day"! ( Read more... )
