Archive for April, 2009

  • Ding. 33.

    Ding. 33.

    April 22nd, 2009 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 5 Comments

    Well. It happened. In the great cheesy film montage of my life, calendar pages are whisked off the walls in a rushing flutter to mark the passing of time. In the great MMORPG that is my existence, I just grinded away and gained another level. In the fake sci-fi based extraterrestrial religion of my very [...]

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  • There Is No Reason To Say There Is

    There Is No Reason To Say There Is

    April 21st, 2009 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 6 Comments

    If you’re one of my freelancers — and, I’m sorry if you are, I’m probably an asshole to deal with — then you’re familiar with one of my pet peeves in writing. You’ve seen it, and you know what I’m talking about because it elicits a certain response, a response not unlike what would happen [...]

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  • Spell This, Motherf**ker

    Spell This, Motherf**ker

    April 20th, 2009 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 2 Comments

    First things first. Let’s just take a moment and thank the Internet for its wonderful bounty, shall we? Seriously. Bow your damn heads. Just marvel at the magicness of the Intertoobs. Sure, okay, it’s a septic mire of pornography and viruses, I grant you. But it’s also a wealth of information — useful and useless [...]

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  • Gun To My Head

    Gun To My Head

    April 19th, 2009 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 5 Comments

    Okay. Fine. Gun to my head, I swear I’ll post to this damn thing more. Don’t believe me? Heck, I’m posting right now, aren’t I? I am, Faithful Readers, I am. There’s this meme going around, the “25 Random Things About Me,” and normally I don’t like memes, but that one really does the trick, [...]

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  • Getting Tested For Syphilis — I mean, “Testing For Flickr”

    Getting Tested For Syphilis — I mean, “Testing For Flickr”

    April 18th, 2009 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 1 Comment

    Appropriate, perhaps, that I’m testing a photo that references “syphilis.” I mean, the photo’s drippy, right? Y’know, drippy? Like, you might say to your doctor, “Doc, I got a… leaky faucet down there? Y’know? Down there?” And then, just to make sure the doc got it, you’d raise your eyebrows high and casually gesture at [...]

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