Well, this one's a pretty long and disjointed piece -- try to follow along. Took me a while to write, and you're missing out on a handful of anecdotes that I wrote down and excised from the version below. The essay's an odd mix of anecdotes and commentary, so hopefully the pound breaks will be helpful. Suffice it to say that if you understand even half of this essay -- particularly the latter half -- you'll know me better than my own mother ever will.

Here we go. (more...)

This has been a pretty craptacular week for me, so I'm thinking tomorrow night I'll go ahead and give the childhood post a go. There are so many things that have changed for the worse since my childhood, but I'm going to limit it to one topic of discussion -- should keep it from being the novel that I'm erratically working on (which is mostly based on my life). Besides, it's the topic I hate, and I'd hate to drag it out (though I may very well do just that, cursing under my breath the whole way through). There's a reason I can't really get my fingers into this novel, folks -- because every time I really start thinking about it I get so disgusted that I have to eat a bunch of candy and go to sleep in the hopes that I'll have some really neat dreams to make me feel better. Argh. (more...)

What topic says! We've got an all-new Crayon Haiku and a special Christmas Memory Filler Stuff piece. Festive filler! And it's got a pedolicious picture of Wes in '88, so you know you wanna give it a look. 😉 (more...)

Still not doing so well. :/

Traffic at SC picked up a bit in the last couple of days, with 123 unique visitors yesterday (yay!) but bandwidth was still surprisingly low. I'm not sure what to make of it, but comparing it to the opening days of February I guess that image script really is having an effect. Woo. Also, the TMNT anime hasn't been dethroned yet, but the Creepy Freaks are certainly doing their best to make it happen -- take a look. Neck and neck, people. (more...)

My feelings are kind of hurt right now. It's no big, really, but still -- wow. These things probably shouldn't affect me as much as they do. But still -- wow.

My inner child is one year old!

Everything is new to me. I like watching the world
go by around me, and I don't sweat the small stuff --
or the large stuff, either. Just so long as I stay
warm and safe and dry, life's pretty good.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Way off the mark, but I thought I'd post it. Dunno how I ended up with that, though. (more...)