Setting Orange the Thirty-Second of Discord in the Year CUSI'm hungry, so I won't be writing long. Consider this a follow-up to yesterday's entry ( Read more... )

Prickle-Prickle the Thirty-First of Discord in the Year CUSI just returned from Time-Out, a restaurant, where I had the disturbing experience of drinking a beverage with the consistency of cold water and the flavor of a red Froot Loop. The resemblance on both counts was so precise as to be uncanny ( Read more... )

Pungenday the Sixty-Third of Chaos in the Year CUS

Gary Gygax dies at 69A moment of hush for Gary Gygax ( Read more... )

Pungenday the Sixty-Second of Chaos in the Year CUS

How much bound round ground could a bound round ground hound hound if a bound round ground hound could be found bound to hound bound round ground (for a round pound of round ground round)?

Pungenday the Fifty-Third of Chaos in the Year CUSI have experienced the miraculous ( Read more... )

Setting Orange the Thirty-Third of Aftermath in the Year CURHey, everybody, I'll be twenty-one years old in a couple of days. I'm a free man as of a couple of days ago ( Read more... )

Boomtime the Fifteenth of Aftermath in the Year CUR

I just had my supper.
A supper of beans.

But, beans are alright. Beans are important.
I like beans.
Though, they're not musical. And they're certainly not fruit.
They're actually seeds.

They're exalbuminous.
I forget what that means.

They may not be fruit,
but they're sure as hell beans.

Pungenday the Forty-Fourth of Bureaucracy in the Year CUR

In honor o' the occasion, here be a sea-shanty I wrote some time ago, concerning some friends o' mine:

First Mate McGraw is missing an eye
He won't tell you how, he won't tell you why
I hear that it sits in a jar on a shelf
An' I can't shake the notion he did it hisself

. . . Yo ho ho an ( Read more... )

Pungenday the Forty-Forth of Bureaucracy in the Year CUR

Ahoy, me maties! Though me own arse be late,
'Twas that International Talk Like A Pirate Date
So wheree'er ye went an' whate'er ye ate,
Ye better've talked talked like a pirate, mate!Arr. Yer good captain, Smilin' Scott Silver th' Splenophrenic, spent the better part o' yesterday slavin' ( Read more... )

Setting Orange the Thirty-Sixth of Bureaucracy in the Year CUR

In the town where I was born ( Read more... )