Road trips had never been Pete's idea of a good time. At sixteen he'd spent a week in the back of a van with a set of drums and a pair of guitar cases, stopped at tiny towns where spiked hair might as well have been a set of horns the way people stared, and saw many, many hills and many, many sheep. He wasn't impressed. As an adult, cars mostly ( Read more... )

Gather round, kiddies. It's storytime with Professor W ( Read more... )

That I oughta be worrying about hereditary insanity, mostly.

It's 1995, 1 AM, and the queen ice bitch is yelling at me to go home, go get drunk(er), go anywhere, she doesn't care, just get out of her face. She doesn't give a damn what I'm working on, only thing I ought to be working on is the damn non-combatant job I made such a fuss about, so just crawl off into some hole and sit tight until then, because ( Read more... )

Don't know what you're getting at with that. I'm an honest man. Even when I probably shouldn't be. Too damn honest, me.

Oh, right, it's the whole spy thing, isn't it? Yeah, yeah. All romance and glamour and secrets and double lives; look at me, I'm Sean bloody Connery. That's the films, mate. I'm not that kind of spook. I'm the kind that ( Read more... )

"Ooops. Dissection lab go boom."
"That, Wisdom, was a terrorist act."
"Was it really? Wonder why?"

Rebellion comes down to a choice between two things. ...wait, no, actually half the time rebellion's the desire to give your parents as much hell as they've given you. Strike that. Rebellion as an adult comes down to a choice between two things ( Read more... )

My father told me once, never bring your work home with you. Do what you can, when you can, but don't make it personal. That's a fast way to drive yourself mad, burn yourself out. Have to remind yourself, it's not your job to judge people. You leave that to the courts, and, realizing that the court system is shit, you leave it to God ( Read more... )

What is your character's name?
Peter Paul Winston Wisdom. Or Professor W, depending on his mood.

( That meta character meme. )

There's this scientist, name of Fisher, spent a lot of time studying love and the things that it does to your brain. The chemicals of it. She works out that as far as biology's concerned, love only lasts about four years. Just about long enough to raise a kid. Goes back to prehistory: kid works up a basic immune system, figures out that whole ( Read more... )

You have a 44% chance of going postal!

The chances of a killing spree in your future are pretty low. But discuss any problems you have with a therapist. Or your local barman. Talking about your feelings is very important... well, and emmasculating, but let's not talk about that.

How Likely Are You to Go Postal?
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Cute, real cute ( Read more... )