If you are still checking this site (??) but don’t follow me on Twitter, you may wish to do so. That is where I have been “writing” recently, if thumb-typing jokes into a phone can be construed as such.
In protest of SOPA I haven’t updated my blog in like six years.
That said, I have some new content lined up for dy soon, including a review of Risk Legacy (a new version of the classic wargame with perhaps the craziest gimmick I’ve ever seen), and the resumption of the H. P. Lovefest (in preparation for my article on the author).
Until then, here’s some wiseassery to tide you over.
I adopted an “all paper” strategy in Rock, Paper, Scissors tournaments and have been making money hand over fist.
I’d be less likely to think “isn’t it ironic?” than “why the fuck did I buy 10,000 spoons?”
I always look sad in posed photos because my father was killed by cheese.
Mark wrote books and Shania wrote songs and never the Twain shall meet.
I need a smartphone with a built-in breathalyzer that can disable the Amazon mobile app.
A good rule of thumb is one per hand.
I’ll vote for whichever presidential candidate promises a 50’s-era Superman movie starring Jon Hamm.
I opened a Stationary Store, but can’t seem to move any merchandise.
I was going to buy one of those dancing video games but remembered that I already own alcohol and an mp3 of Robyn’s “Call Your Girlfriend”.
I was with my father yesterday and he said something really insightful. Probably. I don’t know, I was dicking around with my phone.
Try my new mixed drink, the Resolution Backslide. It’s one part weight-loss shake, one part Kahlúa.
If 2012 is “the year the world ends”, 2011 is surely “the year everyone became pretty much okay with that”.