This morning, while idly looking for references to the old Dragon Ball page I used to maintain back in high school, I came across this. Funny thing? I still visit this IRC channel fairly regularly. It's on a different server and we stopped talking about Dragon Ball years ago, but it's interesting that a good number of the folks profiled on here still hang out in #db, primarily among the new school. Back when this page was made, I'd only met Brian and Bo in person -- both are from Maryland, and TK and I ran the DB page together and shared the hosting costs -- but since those days I've met a handful of them. I even caught up with Sherwin and Jesus this past summer at Otakon. (more...)

I really like today's Sinfest. Monique rules!

So. I just swung by The Dawn Patrol, where, in "School of Crock", Dawn disses the daily newspaper of my alma mater. What's up with that, Dawn?!? 😉 But on a more serious note, Dawn links to a recent Kevin McCullough blog entry concerning the Yale Daily News article that prompted her remark. Now, I will note that this is the first McCullough piece I've read in which he says anything that actually makes sense, but the vast majority of it comes across as him just ranting incoherently in moronic fashion. Case in point -- the first thing Kevin writes is that "[t]he dunderbrain who wrote this op-ed for the Yale Daily News was too much of a coward to even sign their [sic] name to it." But "The News' View" is clearly printed at the top of the piece, which marks this article as being the collective opinion of the newspaper staff. Traditionally, these articles don't have individual bylines. So who's the dunderbrain now, Kevin?

<bitterness and frustration>I can't believe that fucker has his own radio show while I'm working at a fucking bookstore.</bitterness and frustration>

Another thing -- in another recent post, regarding Planned Parenthood's position towards euthanasia for born-but-unwanted babies, Dawn writes, "But the organization's external links make its position clear..." However, linking to a page in no way necessarily implies or indicates agreement with the content of that page. Note that I've linked to entries by both Dawn and Kevin in this piece. But do I agree with them? Nope. 😛

Oh, and if you're interested in reading my batshit insane NaNoWriMo project, just drop me a line... if I know you, I'll gladly send it ovah. 🙂

Ja!

Happy World AIDS Day, everyone! Yes, today is the day when we all join hands 'round the globe to celebrate the blessing that is AIDS. Thank you, God! Thank you, clandestine government experimentation! Without you, this great day would not be possible. (more...)

HELL YEAH! Final count: 50, 463 words.

And now, a quick summary of the very weird mess that is The Absolute Strangest Christmas Story Ever Told: The novel starts off with child vampire blood-drinker alone in his room, recording his incredulous thoughts about the existence of vampires and, finally, for similar reasons, Santa Claus. Meanwhile, a family of werewolves sits gathered around a television, watching a Christmas special about a monster known as Santa Corpse. Eventually, we join Santa Claus on his rounds and, per a strange letter that he received, written in wet diarrhea and scrawled on a wad of used toilet paper, we follow Saint Nicholas into the sewer as he seeks the author of this note. Along the way, Kris Kringle encounters a pair of giant wharf rats clad in black leather jackets. Of course, the novel is fraught with digressions and tangents and the like, many of which contain some interesting and insightful words, but most of which are evidence of the fact that Wes has gone completely and totally batshit insane.

Thank you and goodnight.

eating Thanksgiving leftovers in the middle of the night kicks ass.