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Get ready to have a non-productive rest of the week:
They would have to release this when I'm on a deadline, wouldn't they?
If you missed it, yesterday's Strong Bad Email is good for spreading some mirth.
Looks like John Ashcroft has run out of naked statues to cover up.
I had a dream last night: the world was set on fire, and everywhere I ran, there was a deadly war.
Oh, wait. That's not what happened.
I dreamed that I was standing at the base of a really tall Mayan pyramid, hoping to get to the top. I was surrounded by people who looked like they were on The Simpsons, but if I looked at them directly, they vanished.
When I tried to climb the pyramid, the steps would scroll down, like an escalator, and Professor Frink would pass me coming down over and over again. I never made it past the first step, no matter how hard I climbed.
Stupid symbolic dreams, with the pyramids and the escalators and the FLAVEN.
I order ISBNs today. Holy shit.