Category: Goofing-off

You have died of Dysentery.

You have died of Dysentery.

I procrastinate. It’s not like I don’t have the excuses as to why I’m not getting everything taken care of. Laundry to be done, NASA computer desk put together, bills to be paid, pinball...

Heating up the house

Heating up the house

The server has been getting ready to melt down. I recently let the pinball nerds of the Internet (Yes, there is such a group, and they are mean…) know that I had photos of...

I walked the walk, I talked the talk.

I walked the walk, I talked the talk.

I’m now thinking of getting the hair cut. You’ve all seen the pictures of the bushy lamb chops. The thick hair. If not, scroll down. So, anonymous Internet girls (And guys, if there are...

It’s kneecap breakin time.

It’s kneecap breakin time.

Alas, this means War. I’m not talking about a nice, say, war of words, war of Magic, war of Roses, or a war of the worlds. This is the bad kind of War. I...

Just because I promised some Photos of Carnies

Just because I promised some Photos of Carnies

I don’t back down on promises. Even if it involves shabbily dressed people who don’t have very many teeth, and don’t shower apparently. No, I’m not talking about the town’s new Super-Duper-Scrumdidlyumptious WalMart. Nor...