My hopegasm has faded. Obama’s been president for half a day now and the economy’s still in a rut, I’ve still got really nasty yellowish green snot with copious quantities of blood in it, and the parking brake on my gas-guzzling 4-by is still broken. Where’s my damned change? And not once did I see a unicorn farting rainbows during the inauguration. I feel used.
My conversion to the Dark Side is complete. I watched my wife go over and scoffed at her, how easily-led she was, how willing to lock herself in to a predetermined path. Then came Vally, showing me the power and ease of using the dark side. I liked my freedom, [...]
I went to sleep last night with the warmth of August and awoke to a cold house and a day of bright skies and bitter winds. That, and the piles of freshly-fallen redwood leaves tells me that summer left with Vally and fall is upon us. Goodbye, summer. Goodbye, Vally. [...]
the wedding party’s gone and all that remains is an arch, a tent and a billion tiny grains of sandy beach and footprints fading in the wind the wedding’s over let’s hope the pre-nup is signed two more fools entwined
Today’s invasive terror brought to you by the colour yellow.
Saturday is my day for quiet reflection and self-aggrandizing pomposity. Saturday is the day I ask the Big Questions. Why am I here?* Have I led a good life?** Where the hell did I leave my book? Seriously, where is my book? I have been desperate for something to read [...]
This is but one of several heads mounted along the walls of my grandfather’s house. They used to scare the hell out of me when I was younger. It did not help that my grandfather would tell a story of how the house was built by a father and son [...]
Poor Aaron has a love/hate relationship with sheep: He loves the way they taste, but hates the way they always want to trample him into dust. So with that in mind, here is his exciting 2006 Mutton Bustin’ ride. All 5 seconds or so of it.
The goldfish is dying. He quit eating on Friday, and has been swimming sideways since Saturday. I can see him gasping, but beyond providing a quick and (hopefully) painless death, have nothing I could do for him. Poor little guy. It would be kinder to end his life now, but [...]
Okay, twenty more minutes to the Rapture. Have you made arrangements for your pets yet? I think I’m going to sit this one out, thanks. The kids and I have decided that watching Dr. Who is more exciting.
Okay, I’m hiding this image before it gives my viewer (viewers?) siezures.
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