Coming in November '09.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Rainbow Cake
Not all that is gold is Tony Danza,
Not all who who wander are chasing after 1-ups,
The old that is Italian does not whither,
Rigatoni is not reached by the frost,
A fire from the ashes shall spring by pressing B,
A light from the shadows shall triple jump,
It's a trap,
The Crownless again will be king.
Not all who who wander are chasing after 1-ups,
The old that is Italian does not whither,
Rigatoni is not reached by the frost,
A fire from the ashes shall spring by pressing B,
A light from the shadows shall triple jump,
It's a trap,
The Crownless again will be king.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Prologue
In the end, Escape from Monkey Island proved too tedious for my medication-free brains. How do I get the life preserver down? Where are the monkeys? Is quitting the game the escape they had in mind? Why did I marry such a bitch? Is she good in bed?
The questions overwhelm me.
The questions overwhelm me.
The Last Chapter
Escape from Monkey Island: Part 1
The Admiral's quest to find the Fountain of Youth has hit an early snag, namely that old computers are old and CDs get scratched and fuck bitches. Things are looking up though.
In other news, context is dead and MJ killed it.
The Admiral's quest to find the Fountain of Youth has hit an early snag, namely that old computers are old and CDs get scratched and fuck bitches. Things are looking up though.
In other news, context is dead and MJ killed it.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Letters From The Front: Ambidexterity Among Local Fowl
A sure sign of the recent economic malaise: the only employment I can now find is a public works project (funded by money from 7th Notion subscription dues) that involved deleting old e-mails. We all know that having to pay for the third digit describing how many pages of old e-mail a person has is a serious strain, and e-mails must be deleted.
Among the unnecessary survivors is a thread about soccer practice entitled "Keanu Reaves? Who would do that?". I cannot for the life of me think of how that title relates at all to the subject matter. Thus, the title of this post has nothing to do with this (the contents), but rather with the Aztec deity Huitzilopochtli.
P.S.-the cost of subscriptions has doubled; please click on the Google Ad (tm) links to your right accordingly*
*just kidding! I'm definitely not breaking my contract and encouraging, in any way, people to click on those links (unless, of course, you find them really interesting and relevant)
Among the unnecessary survivors is a thread about soccer practice entitled "Keanu Reaves? Who would do that?". I cannot for the life of me think of how that title relates at all to the subject matter. Thus, the title of this post has nothing to do with this (the contents), but rather with the Aztec deity Huitzilopochtli.
P.S.-the cost of subscriptions has doubled; please click on the Google Ad (tm) links to your right accordingly*
*just kidding! I'm definitely not breaking my contract and encouraging, in any way, people to click on those links (unless, of course, you find them really interesting and relevant)
Monday, December 01, 2008
Caring
I was just reading a snippet from the life of John Lennon's father, and felt the need to share this line with you, the world:
"...and kept him on the right side of the homosexual mafia who ran the ships' catering departments."
"...and kept him on the right side of the homosexual mafia who ran the ships' catering departments."
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