| Thursday, November 5th, 2009 |
| 10:14 pm |
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| Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 |
| 11:46 pm |
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| Monday, November 2nd, 2009 |
| 2:01 pm |
Blood
During blood donation, does anyone else quietly consider which arm to choose based on the idea that the wound might get infected and that arm might need to be amputated? Or am I the only one? |
| Thursday, October 29th, 2009 |
| 1:08 pm |
Eye of the Aesir
Odin hung himself for nine long days and nights to learn the secrets of the runes. How far are you willing to go? |
| Wednesday, October 21st, 2009 |
| 11:47 pm |
Surfacescapes
A D&D program for Microsoft Surface. Brought to my attention by Penny Arcade, for those of you who have not seen it: |
| Tuesday, October 20th, 2009 |
| 10:24 am |
For classic1st From texts last night: (480): I just gave the bartender my number in roman numerals. If she figures it out, she's worth a shot |
| 12:21 am |
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| Monday, October 19th, 2009 |
| 2:38 pm |
Fact:
The Maestro of Murder got his coattails stuck in a cotton gin. |
| Thursday, October 8th, 2009 |
| 9:54 pm |
Question
Have you ever had an erotic dream about Edward G. Robinson? Good. Me, neither. However, now that you've read that, it's in your subconscious. You've seen it; you can't unsee it. So, perhaps you will blessed by Edward G. Robinson's DSLs in the future. |
| Saturday, October 3rd, 2009 |
| 1:08 pm |
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| Sunday, September 27th, 2009 |
| 11:01 am |
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| Friday, September 25th, 2009 |
| 9:57 am |
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| Thursday, September 24th, 2009 |
| 1:56 pm |
An old Flemtor blessing "May your mind be blown like Allen Ginsberg in a kindergarten class."Small wonder that the little-known Flemtor culture died out during a prison riot in 1988. Also, in a conversation regarding The Wizard of Oz, some of my associates wonder where the Scarecrow got the revolver. I assume they made some purchases or otherwise acquired objects in the Emerald City before going to the Wicked Witch's castle; my question is where it went. The Wicked Witch might have an aversion to cleaning buckets, but I'm pretty sure she has difficulty with high-momentum lead, too. It seems like a useful object to have around. Though, sadly, it probably wasn't an Object. That would be even more useful. Unless it wasn't, of course. |
| Sunday, September 20th, 2009 |
| 12:04 pm |
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| Tuesday, September 15th, 2009 |
| 10:19 am |
Echoes
We laughed as we took the sledgehammers to the support columns. It was hard, sweaty work, but we smashed the house in no time at all. Physics told us what to do; just a few swings of the hammer, and it collapsed. We celebrated in the dust-covered backyard with a bonfire. We burned all the money. We wanted to have a feast, but we realized all the food was still in the refrigerator. So we just stole from the neighbor's garbage. We're going to live under the bridge in the north of town. We've got it all planned out. I've already carved the sigils. No one will ever find us there. |
| Monday, September 14th, 2009 |
| 11:44 am |
Epiphany
It is possible to sing "Big Rock Candy Mountain" to the tune of the Gilligan's Island theme song. Conversely, this implies that it is possible to sing most of Emily Dickinson's poetry to the tune of "Big Rock Candy Mountain." It is not possible to do this with the poetry of Shoggoth Dickinson, however. Shoggoth Dickinson's poetry cannot be pronounced by your pitiful huu-maan mouths, and the only song that matches the meter scheme is the mad piping of the daemon flautists in the Court of Azathoth. |
| Sunday, September 13th, 2009 |
| 11:51 am |
Strangeness
Where did these people originate? The people with gaping holes where a Humanity should go? Is the universe so sick as to spawn them spontaneously? I think I need proof that not all humans are bastards. I think one goes crazy without that information, like slowly losing REM sleep. We're all wisps of smoke caught in a spiderweb, I fear. What will happen when the wind blows? |
| Thursday, September 10th, 2009 |
| 10:58 pm |
Scotchman says:
Ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny. Disclaimer: The author of this message may not actually be the Scotchman. |
| 4:37 pm |
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| Tuesday, September 8th, 2009 |
| 2:06 pm |
Dirty old man
Smile a cockeyed Crawling Chaos grin. Heh, heh. Cock. |