| Thursday, December 3rd, 2009 |
| 4:36 pm |
Lamp
My lantern sits on its hook, waiting. |
| Monday, November 30th, 2009 |
| 3:45 pm |
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| Saturday, November 28th, 2009 |
| 11:02 pm |
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| Thursday, November 26th, 2009 |
| 11:30 am |
Giving Thanks
I hope everyone is having a happy Thanksgiving. Personally, I am thankful for iron. It keeps my blood red and my feces brown. It keeps me accelerating downward at a reasonably constant nine and eight-tenths meters per second-second. And it keeps the Fair Folk from abducting me in the night. To iron! |
| Wednesday, November 18th, 2009 |
| 8:44 am |
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| 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. |