September 16th, 2008


Open letter to myself.

Dear Self:

You have done two loads of laundry and made enchilalalalalaladas and chicken stock and washed dishes and cleaned the floor and run three miles already today.

You do not have to feel like you wasted the morning.

So just stop it, superego.

Nobody likes you.


  • Current Mood
    lazy lazy
spies mfu geekier than the average spy

Link salad again!?

In September, with a sigh,
While the end of the world is nigh,
I will make link-salad-y pie
Happy once, happy twice
Happy link salad with rice

Guidelines for the Wergle Flomp Humor Poetry Contest

Now in its eighth year. We seek the best humor poem that has been sent to a "vanity poetry contest" as a joke. Cash prizes totaling $3,336.40 will be awarded. This contest is free to enter.

The Dicktionary.

Yes, it's a web page collecting and collating euphemisms for "penis." NSFW, it goes without saying.

John McCain, the Dark Knight. With bonus pics of Barack Obama in a bikini swim trunks. No high powered weapons, however.

Marie Brennan on the path from apprentice to journeyman, and beyond.

Yankee ingenuity: only follows that the Connecticut for Lieberman Party would be squarely for McCain, right?


It's not even for Lieberman.

(384 miles to Rauros.)