Okay…I’m writing this out to see whether it makes sense. Spoilers for the Sixth Sense and Pan’s Labyrinth. In a mystery, there are two plots. The first plot is the one the reader sees. The detective hunts the murderer among a number of suspects, eventually discovering the criminal and ensuring he or she comes to […]

Ray and I invented a game today on the way to Jackie’s housewarming party. It’s “how would character X say, ‘I am Mojo Jojo’?” For example, Bubbles would say, “Hi! My name is Mojo Jojo!!! Do you want to play???”And Buttercup would say, “Hey! I’m Mojo Jojo. You got a problem with that?” But some

Read one Zippy the Pinhead strip. Eh. Read two. Heh. Read ten. Hee!

There’s a bare minimum of what a story needs to accomplish: it has to allow the audience to suspend disbelief. A story doesn’t even have to be entertaining to accomplish this. Entertaining is good, thought-provoking is good, original is good…but first, the story has to let you believe in it before it can do anything

Another one of those “everybody knows who X is” moments when nobody knows what you’re talking about. Sheesh. Mojo Nixon tells it like it is, baby. And the lyrics.

For Guinea pigs, being as inconvenient to eat as possible is a viable survival strategy. This is why our peeg will immediately climb under the nearest piece of furniture available — not because he hates Lee.

You know you’re a tech editor when you say, “Oh, it’s normal. That’s why it’s so screwed up.*” *MS style format.

So the murder’s name is Dave, who will be, in this story, the smiling boss’s boss. I’ve just started typing the first scene when this techno song comes on, and the sample chants, “I don’t think this is a good idea, Dave.” And, “I’m really much better now.”

On average, I have one hiccup per day, which occurs in mid-afternoon. I know this, because the woman who sits next to me says, “Pass me the alcohol” every time I do it.

Ah, beautiful day. We should go out for a walk. Ray? Wanna go out for a walk? Yes! Let’s go! Out the door and down the block, and then I notice she’s got this huge hole in her pants. That she cut in her pants. With the scissors she supposedly couldn’t find. March march march