August 2008

Mal, Mal, Mal. NSFW.

Let’s mess with him. (From Wondermark, via Lee.)

Bad cakes. Bad. My sibs decorate good cakes. But these are bad cakes. Why did I not see Cake Wrecks before? Why? Even Lee’s seen it before!

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It just doesn’t feel like it. Too big a burg? Too entirely modern, both in its shiny surfaces and its rusty ones? Not haunted enough, not like the way Minneapolis shimmers in the night like Tir na Nog’th? Dunno. Anyway, that’s where we’re going to meet the folks and pick up Ray. Update: I’m still

I have this theory that certain species of mammals have a “tribal” instinct. Like dogs, monkeys, and humans. Because an excessive amount of inbreeding is a bad idea, the markers for determining your tribe can’t be based on anything genetic — if the only people who are part of your tribe are related to you,

And lays out a new energy policy. (via Randy, who says, “Paris Hilton (watch it anyway) actually did something I like. Now I gotta keep an eye out for the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”)

I lived, but only because other people suck worse than me, apparently. (A)

The Milkman, by Ian Healy. Caveat: I consider the author a buddy of mine. If I don’t write a positive an honest review, I won’t be able to live with myself… As I was snorting and rolling my eyes throughout this book, it struck me that it’s a lighter version of my own alien book