That is what I would say if I were totally lying about Gen Con 2013. I’ve actually never been to Gen Con before, so I don’t have a real frame of reference for what constitutes the worst ever. But I went this year. How’s about you read all about it, after the cut? Continue reading WORST. GEN CON. EVER. [part the first]
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introducing…THE CRUSHER!
Those of you who know me in meatspace and on twitter know that I have a cat. His name is Sherbert West, after Lovecraft’s Herbert West (you know, Re-Animator!) and he is a Good Boy®. I can’t even begin to describe my feelings about this guy, but I’m still gonna attempt it! (yes this is a post about my cat) Continue reading introducing…THE CRUSHER!
bears.
On twitter last night, I started replacing words in movie quotes with “bear.” It’s such an absurd thing, this trend of replacing words with other words, but this one kind of works, because it transcends silliness. Ugh. “Transcends.” Anyhow… Continue reading bears.
trust the fungus!
All right. So over on twitter, I posted something truthy about myself: Continue reading trust the fungus!
i came. i saw. i chicagoed.
Chicago! I was in you! Continue reading i came. i saw. i chicagoed.
gimme a smoke
I don’t smoke. I have never smoked. I have no desire to actually start smoking. Yet I have terrible, realistic dreams about smoking and the joy it gives me. So what gives? Continue reading gimme a smoke
recipe time! chili sludge
Don’t let the name fool you: chili sludge is delicious. Here is how to make chili sludge! Continue reading recipe time! chili sludge
the early life of a comedic genius*
I don’t exactly think I’m a funny person, but people often laugh at things I say. I can never tell if people are laughing because it’s funny, though, or if they pity me. Such is the life of a person with a strange sense of self-esteem. There’s no consistency in it. Some days, I feel pretty full of myself; other days, I’m utterly paranoid, convinced that nobody likes me everybody hates me something something worms. Anyway, this post isn’t about me, it’s about me.
crap salad (probably NSFW)
So the other night, I came home from work and promptly fell asleep on the couch for about 90 minutes. As one does. By the time I woke up, it was nearly 7:30pm, and neither mom nor I had eaten dinner, nor did we have any ideas about what to eat other than we knew we needed to eat. So we began looking through the cupboards and the pantry to see what we could make, which turned up bupkis unless we wanted to eat boxed macaroni cheese, which no. So we did the natural thing: we sat on the couch for another half-hour and did nothing about putting food in our faces until mom turned to me and said, “wanna go to McDonald’s and get some chickie nuggets?” and I was, surprisingly, all like “DEAR GOD YES.” so we went to McDonald’s. Continue reading crap salad (probably NSFW)
pictures of drawings on money
I have a job that is the sort of thing where you find ways to keep yourself entertained so you don’t stab yourself in the eye with a letter opener. Since I am a bank teller, my entertainment comes in the form of emailing my coworkers funny pictures of cartoon bears, and taking pictures of the weird shit that people draw on money. Continue reading pictures of drawings on money