Monthly Archives: February 2013

Hiatus Hiatus, Hatin’ on Hiatus

Sorry for the hiatus, I’ve been doing things (which you’ve all heard about many, many times before), but I am trying to get back on schedule. This time last year I was in community college and working two days a week, (not exactly what you would call stretching the limits of my creativity or time). Now I’m writing for class, for radio, and for A2A and am slowly trying to get to a place where I can accommodate all three without having the quality of my work go substantially downhill.

And, as of now, I’ve realized that a lot of my posts are “sorry about not posting” posts, which, since you all have busy lives and know how this works, seem ridiculously redundant. So from now on, whenever I need a break for some reason, I’m going to post HIATUS LLAMA:

Hiatus Llama

This means “give me a week or two to sort things out” and has the added bonus of being a visual cue to me saying “hey, the llama’s up, you should probably think of something for A2A.”

If, on day fifteen after posting HIATUS LLAMA, I still haven’t done anything, feel free to invade my email/comments in a polite, properly-punctuated rage.

And no, I’m not on llama-hiatus right now, this is just one of those informatory deals.





Yep, the posts have been crappy lately.

Yep, I’ve got a lot going on.

Yep, it’s likely to remain that way for a while.

Yep, I truly am sorry.

Yep, here is 60s Spiderman to make it all better:



A Post in Celebration of My Favorite Holiday




Which is tomorrow.

That’s right, my favorite holiday is. . . HALF-OFF ALL CHOCOLATE IN THE STORE DAY.

*Sighs romantically* February 15th’s the best.

(Images from Cracked, here and here, respectively.)


Hebridean sheep

This is called a Hebridean Sheep.

It has four horns because why the nar not.

Also it is Scottish.

And may or may not be able to devour your soul.



I found a Do-It-Yourself Middle-earth Mary Sue Generator

And the resulting story, well, I’ll let you see for yourself:

Chapter One

Pomogranite Aqua Terrafina Sladira Sapphire Ruby Mexicorn Princess III sighed heavily as she threw her velvet cloak to the floor. Feisty anger flashed in her Burgundy eyes. ‘Curse you father!’ she muttered to herself under her breath. ‘An arranged marriage! How could you do this to me… your only daughter! Have you no care for my own happiness?’ She flopped over onto her soft velvet-sheeted bed and glanced around at the empty room. Tears began to flood her eyes and roll softly down her porcelain cheeks. ‘I cannot marry another,’ she said in a voice no louder than a whisper. ‘I cannot, for my true love is Chexluximus Weedwacker.’

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So I’ve Been Putting in Sixteen-Hour Days this Week

And my mind’s like:

Don’t you just hate it when you get your face melted off and you’re making a plastic one and you’re like ‘why does an immortal god-like being need to spend so much time making a plastic face?’ and then you remember you picked up shapeshifting in the last dimension and you’re like ‘duh’ and you shapeshift yourself a new face?


There is EVIL in Devil. o_o  0_0  O_O


The nipples don’t make the character.


Cheesecake is to cheese like the spongecake is to sponges.


I’m pretty sure if the Inception team attempted to break into my mind, they would slowly perish in a series of increasingly ridiculous Indiana Jones-style deathtraps. My projections of subconscious security–Jason Bourne, Shaak Ti, Treebeard. They don’t stand a chance.


A wizarding spoon, not as elegant as a wand, you might say, but it does hold a great deal more soup.

And of course

There are few things scarier in life than ‘white fabric drapery’.

I should probably go to bed.