A bitter old man won the lottery;
  his days of reckless living were gone.
Amassed the sum of fifty million dollars,
  but he had nothing to spend it on.

He said:

I want a little girl to call my own;
  don’t even care if she is ugly.
An ornament to brighten up my home:
  someone to love me for my money.

All the cash I have don’t help my failing ( Read more... )

Figure the odds. The chance of you being a Liscomb in the US are 1 in 860,000. It’s only 1 in 800,000 in Canadia.

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You have just won one million dollars:
Who do you call first? Uh, no one. Why would I want to call someone? That’s as arbitrary as asking what would be the first book I’d read or what brand of breath mints I’d use.
  What is the first thing you buy for yourself? A bike, a cell phone, a laptop, an Etrex Vista, a digital camera, a Reggie Miller ( Read more... )

List five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.

1. Get a job; got any leads?
2. Learn a lot in my Flash animation class
3. Finish three new stories for DargonZine and get the other participants in DZ’s big common story arc to finish their parts
4. Get the DargonZine poster and biz card designs finalized
5. Survive the goddamned holiday ( Read more... )