November 2008 Archives
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Hopefully I’ll finish the damn thing over Thanksgiving! And then in a couple of months begin the monumental task of making it not suck!
\o/
(okay well the novel is not nearly finished, and since I am going to be AFInternets from the 26th until probably the 2nd I might have sort of padded the word count with the 17K words of completely unrelated sci-fi political slash/thinly veiled RPS I’ve written in the last week. Well, it was also an original work written during November and The Devil’s Messenger still has at least that much to go before it’s finished and I’m most likely going to finish it over Thanksgiving. I still wrote 52K words in less than a month. Suck it.)
In conclusion:
Read and spread.
It’s titled “Message to the religious right,” but there are a whole lot of other people who could stand to read and learn from this.
Oh lawd.
Well, I played Mama Kills Animals, and I have two things to say about it:
1. It makes me want to go buy the real Cooking Mama, and
2. If you are putting feathers in your giblet gravy, you are DOING IT WRONG.
OKAY PEOPLE
WHOSE TURN WAS IT TO KEEP PETA FROM DOING STUPID SHIT ON THE INTERNET THIS WEEK
FESS UP NOW
Nah, I haven’t played it, but I’ve seen enough secondhand description of it to not feel like wasting my precious dialup tubes on waiting for it to load. I’ll poke it if I get bored at work tomorrow and have met my werdz quota on NaNo and SS*BB stuff.
dot dot dot fgsfds
Okay, guys? I think maybe we need to not turn the Large Hadron Collider on anymore ever. That’s the only explanation I’ve got for this.
[ETA: lol WUT.]
Because God said “share”
Here, have the most evil game ever.
So far, my record is 7.5 meters and a faceplant. Have fun.
“Stay Classy” doesn’t even begin to cover this.
Seriously, I’m pretty sure if you look up “douchenozzle” in the dictionary, you will see a picture of Sen. Saxby Chambliss (R-GA).
As someone who once served in the military that this distinguished gentleman seems to have made it his life’s mission to fuck over, please understand my inability to articulate just how much his cowardice and outright unabashed contempt for men and women in uniform pisses me off.
Mr. Chambliss, on behalf of myself and every man and woman who has ever served in this country’s armed forces, fuck your knee and fuck you.
CHAOBELL FOR SENATE: WILL KICK SEN. CHAMBLISS IN THE JUNK FOR YOU.
(okay, I swear I’m putting the Internet down and going back to work now)
Running commentary on the Plan 59 archives
- It is delicious french fried wieners, you must eat. Bonus points for the cup of ketchup countersunk into a hole in a cabbage head.
- Meat. You’re right in liking it. OH THANK GOD, IT FELT SO WRONG. (Brought to you by the American Meat Institute.)
- A young Richard D. James endorses Van Camp’s Pork and Beans.
- HERE COMES A SPECIAL FLYING BUS
- There were clearly not enough potato lifeboats to save all of these peas.
- Mister Pickle takes a dip. …in Shell Industrial Lubricants, apparently.
- Okay, maybe meat isn’t so right after all. At least this meat isn’t. D:
- Oh my God what the HELL is this
- Theories on what’s going to happen in about five minutes: discuss. Tell me it’s not just my dirty mind at work here.
- This one seems innocuous enough… until you notice the huge barbecue fork in the dude’s hand, and then you realize it’s an episode of Cold Case waiting to happen.
- THE BEANS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD RUN TO THE BEANS
- This kid is about two seconds away from a service dog and Braille funnybooks.
- A pumpkin, a sharp knife, and beer. No, this totally isn’t a horrible accident in the making.
- Oh God, I’d heard the horror stories about C-rations, but I had no idea.
- WTF is it with creepy kids and Pork-N-Beans, man?
- SRSLY
- OM NOM NOM NOM
- Boiled dinner. …no, thank you D:
- I’m guessing this ad probably wouldn’t fly today.
- Sir, if you’re into that sort of thing that’s your business, but I’d rather not hear about it.
