The dream starts with me living in my parent's house still, where the dining area, at least, was in the house in Wisconsin. My mom gathered my brothers and I to hand us pieces of paper with numbers written that I couldn't read, and told us she couldn’t afford to pay our allowances anymore, and we’d have to get jobs. Or something to that effect. I ( Read more... )

I feel I should post something for International Pixel-Stained Techno Peasant day, and also thank Howard H. for that lovely phrase. Even if he meant it differently than it's being used, I mean, who else could coin such a fun phrase like that? He's just cool, that's what. Howard, I heart you. Even when you're grumpy. :)

It's also apparently Talk Like ( Read more... )

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