I recently joined twitter and I must say I find it to be a good concept, but just slightly too short to be fun. For instance, I can't post limericks on Twitter because the average limerick is about 170 characters (which is above the 140 character limit of Twitter). In response to that I have composed the following limerick ( Read more... )

I think I'm pathologically incapable of being straightforward with people. Yesterday an ex of mine called me up to ask for a ride from the airport. She hadn't spoken to me in month... since the last time she needed a ride to the airport. I wanted to say 'You only talk to me when you need my car, go to hell bitch.' Instead I said, 'You get a ( Read more... )

Seriously, it would cost me nearly 2 grand to fly to South Africa next week. Planes need to figure out a way to be more efficient so I can scamper around the globe more.

So I was running a game last night and one of the subplots was where the group traveled to the land of the dead and unwittingly ran into the father of one of the PCs. I realized when they asked him his name that I hadn't thought of one when I put him together. Thinking quickly I said 'Abba'. Well at last nights game that subplot resolved and I ( Read more... )

Chelsea pointed out something to me tonight that I never noticed about Babylon 5 before. The Narns are based on the Jews. It's so obvious but I never picked up on it before. That is all.

Why is it that every time I think Torg couldn't get anymore like me, he manages to? It's seriously like this guy spies on me or something...

I was at a party last night thrown by some of the people in my department. These are always dangerous events for me as my sense of humor tends towards the bizarre and I usually need to tone it down by several orders of magnitude in order to not harm the fragile minds of my department friends. This makes getting drunk around them dangerous as the ( Read more... )

So I've been having progressively weirder dreams over the past month, most which I remember but some of which I only know by the fact that I wake up saying or doing something strange. The most recent one was last night when I awoke screaming 'Damn it Zombie Abraham Lincoln, quit emancipating my slaves!' I have no idea what the dream was about, ( Read more... )

Tonight, I saw a man play a turkey baster, another man dance around in a giant mechanical yeti, and yet another man play a rubber chicken. It's knowing things like this happen that keep me getting out of bed in the morning.

Is it bad that I want Mitt Romney to win the republican primary just because his name is the best one to say in my Sean Connery voice? *try it and you'll see*