Tuesday, July 26, 2011

LEAVENWORTH (Washington)

Molly loves turkey dog!


So very, very messy.
Today Brad, Dan, Molly and I took a drive up to the tourist-trappiest of tourist traps in Washington--Leavenworth.

Now, with a name like that, you'd expect some sort of tie-in to a certain famous city, but that is not the case. When people in Washington hear "Leavenworth", they don't hear "Cowboys", they hear "Tiny little Bavarian wonderland."


Allow me to explain...

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Dear World:

Look, I know this week has been a bit of a doozy. We watched some seriously messed up stuff happen in Norway and it's seriously got to have some of my good friends broken up. Remember how we felt after Oklahoma City?

Our thoughts are with Oslo. We all know that. That's not even a question, because we're a world of mostly good people who have very little actual tolerance for assholes.

We also woke up today to learn about the unsurprising, and yet still tragic death of troubled songstress, Amy Winehouse.

People are outraged that we seem to have forgotten Oslo in the midst of all the sudden star-fever, and some are even speaking and acting with hostility--toward Amy.

I want us to stop and think about that for a minute. We're all pissed off at some poor girl who made one too many bad decisions and threw away a gift because she had the gall to die.

How fucked up is that?

Is it terrible we've taken our eyes off the ball that is what the attack on Oslo means for European politics to stare slack-jawed at the rubble of the life of a genuinely talented vocalist? Yeah, yeah it is.

But it's not her fault. All she did was die. Its something someday each of us (without fail) will do.

So, at the risk of coming across all Chris Crocker, can I ask everyone to just leave the dead be? Lay off Amy. The kid clearly had too much on her plate in this life--whether you believe in an afterlife or not, can we just agree to not blame her for the fact that our country is so star-obsessed that we let the media drop the ball in order to stare at a famous corpse.

Please stop. You're supposed to be grownups.


Over the next few weeks and months, I will be laying out for you, my dear readers, a story I am writing real-time.

Those of you who know me know I have a love of tabletop roleplaying games--especially those from White Wolf Publishing. Vampire: the Masquerade has been a great outlet for my creative urges for a while and recently I've decided to in Second Life pursue running a roleplay sim, based on this fantastic system.

I've decided that I'm going to add a new villain to the already-rich world White Wolf has written for me, and the protagonist/antagonist of this story is going to be the oft-misaligned Judas.

The story will start simple, and will probably piss some people off, but I'm going to lay it out on the line. Judas will be a man who follows his heart and does what he thinks is right until his heart is betrayed and his whole world crumbles around him. I will torture my readers with his suffering. I will make you love him.

I will kill him.

I will bring him back.

We will start, my darling ones, here and now.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

From My Back Yard: The Letter C (or: Shannon, I swear to God you must listen to this episode)

Click here, cats and kittens for the Letter C.

Today's episode honors casual racism (well, at least it starts with C this time) and our dear friend Shannon, Who Shall Remain Unnamed.

Caeli, Corey, Dan, Brad and Crystal join us for a backyard corn-eating bonanza.

Stay frosty.


Thursday, July 7, 2011

Saturday, July 2, 2011

What can you buy with 1k $L?

I set out on this endeavor to attempt to figure out what, exactly, I could do with 1000L.

I built a newbie, and got spat out into a starting area looking like... Well, looking like this:

Something about the hair makes me so very, very angry.

Paranoia night: A study in "Seriously?"

My friends are foul-mouthed bastards.

I really mean it. Any given weeknight at House Blarg is an exercise in how many ways one can accuse someone of sucking the dog's penis.

The Chihuahua.

He usually looks terrified during these exchanges.