Archive for November, 2009
It smells like school. More specifically, it smells like gym class. That mix of sweat, rubber, and bleach. Lots of bleach. So much bleach, it withers the nose hairs — stay in there too long, and the polyester in your gym shorts will start to peel and blister, as if held just away from a [...]
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Thesis: Life is too crazy and too shitty to not laugh. Humor is a cornerstone of who I am. I love the funny. I love making the funny. Without the funny, we’re just a ceaseless army of surly automatons. Faceless and grim. I’m not saying the world doesn’t have room for seriousness. If all we [...]
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Snap, snap. Hey. You. Codpiece Johnson demands your attention. Earlier, I wrote a post about how (not!) to write characters. In such posts I aim for The Funny, but also hope to loosely circumnavigate some actual advice. Imagine that I’m trying to define truth through white space: smearing my feces on all of the wall [...]
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Well, goddamn you, sneaky Windows gremlins. They creep in during the wee hours of the night and update my computer with their Windows Update nonsense, but apparently in the process get their sticky jam-hands and toffee-fingers all over everything, thus stopping my computer from actually booting. Good times! Thanks, Windows Update. Now I have to [...]
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I think it’s time to ejaculate some positivity into this here blog. I’m far too negative. I have love to give. And you’re going to take my love whether you like it or not. Earlier, I wrote of things that are quite plainly overrated, and now, it’s time to reverse course. Siddown. Have some chai. [...]
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