You've probably heard by now that I'm moving out on my own.

I've got a place in Palm Springs, and am picking up the keys tomorrow.  It's a decent little pad with a dishwasher, washer/dryer coin-op, swamp cooler, little garden, and plenty of room for Vash to fetch bouncey-balls.

Nikki's staying up the hill with Sean and Renee.  They'll be by to see ( Read more... )

I think that smoking is training for my lungs, for when the Christian motherfuckers burn this world out from underneath me with their insane apocalyptic 'it won't matter, because we'll all be raptured away' bullshit.

http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v185/nmgg3d/chuck/

Draweringses.

"How sweet it tasted!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWHUvM0v0WM&search=Eugene%20Mirman%20Video%20from%20the%20future%20sub%20pop%20subpop%20en%20garde%20society%20comedy%20aliens%20must%20be%20stopped%20protest

This is posted for Nikki, and no, I don't have any clue nor do care about how to do one of those snipurl deals.  NOR DO CARE!

Oh, I guess you can click on it if ( Read more... )

Shambling around the house with pressurized sinuses is not what I'd like to do on my day off. I woke up at like 3pm today to take a shower and go back to bed, to wake again at 5pm to eat a slab of gristly Papa John's pizza and take a lot of relief pills. Are sinuses directly related to stress, or do I just have the unfortunate luck of dying from ( Read more... )

The divinatory practices of pre-Industrial Revolution societies had a certain syntax of words and phrases that were comparably limited to specific topics: either nature, homelife, health, or religion. All these topics tied to each other so neatly that divinatory vagueness seemed an exact science, a little bird's nest of synaptic pathways. A ( Read more... )

In Colbert fashion:

http://www.snubster.com/droidjaw

More fun, so much you can't handle, in case you're handling your fun ok:

http://www.kingdomofloathing.com/

Just about the greatest browser-based rpg that looks like it was drawn by Kyle.

Dear Gin,

You broke my comfy computer chair and made my keyboard stick on the SHIFT, 0 and P keys. I hate you, Gin. May my tax return cover your damages, for I know for a damn fact that you won't. You never do. One of these days I'll make you pony up, goddamnit. Oh, it seems the apostrophe is sticky too. Fuck you, Gin!

Cordially,

A Gin