Dollar juggling is anxious-making: what to buy, what to put off. But I'm lucky I still got dollars for juggling.
Cold, sugary dairy sandwich on a hot day
that man has probably got a quoggy spot in him
I will, without guilt, shill for writing gigs now as my company cut all us contractors. You hiring in Portland and want Oulipo-compliant manuals or docs? I'm just saying.
My morning as a Smiths song: How Soon is Nap
lashings around it. “Um, um, um. Stop that
Proposal: a cynical grab for angry guys' cash that rips off a Richard Bachman book - just call it "Misandry."
Music today: Swamp by Talking Noggins
"What's that? Who's driving? [To what location?] Who knows?"
What I gotta do: work.
What I want to do: watch Nichijou again.
Q: What drinks hum as you approach or go away?
A: Good Libations
I should start writing a song from Link's POV in an any% quickrun. Guy's gotta think a spirit of wisdom is guiding him, right up until his pony bonks or his bomb arrows blow him up and that spirit calls out to his dying form, "Nani??"
Mood: coping with politics by imagining irritating politicians' quotations as said by Wario.
Why do artists draw Simpsons' hands with only four digits? It's for continuity, to match that Tracy Ullman short in which Bart is a yakuza boss.
How apropos, you fight as a cow would
A woodworking show in that traditional artisan mold, but it's all about stuff in Scandinavian flat packs.
Bubsy, as an IP, could and should transform into a Sonic parody through Poochification. Introducing Dark Bubsy, a gun-toting nihilist for whom nothing could possibly go right.