Lettuce take a break from reading old comics of mine and learn, scientifically, why exactly it is that the Unicorn Express Delivery Services can run infinitely long on rainbow farts.
I hung some prisms in my windows last weekend, and in doing so discovered an essential truth: everyone needs more rainbows in their life.
God’s promises abound.
I sense a theme…
Did you laff? I hope so.
It’s always more fun when you laff.
Leratiomyces
It’s funny how much changing one habit—especially when it’s one of those lynchpin habits—changes your whole orientation to time and to the universe.
This week, I’m house-and-dog sitting for a friend of mine. I decided to use the change of venue as a way to change how I go about my day.
Namely: make a dedicated time for writing.
It’s been “writers retreat” this week, which has been great.
The downside is that I haven’t written this much, this consistently in a very long time. Not even last summer, when I decided to write a romance novel to see if I could (yes, it happened; no, I will not share).
Normally, I’d use YouTube as a way to crash out. Support an indie creator, learn something, get entertained, turn my brain off for a while. But since I’ve started using YouTube as a giant time-sink and excuse for not getting things done, I cut it out for Lent.
Which brings me to now. I’ve already written a bunch of pages today. An hour in the morning (although that also includes reading some scripture), between journaling and my writing project. Another 45ish minutes tonight. Plus whatever writing I did at work, and the writing I’m doing now.
I love words, but I don’t want to look at another word.
Brain mush. Mushbrain.
It’s great.
Back in the day, I took a class on comics. Homework was creating our own comics. It was pretty fun.
At the time, I worked at a job that involved mailing a lot of things, cranky customers, and a lot of time on my hands to think up ridiculous scenarios like this one.
A unicorn delivery service—why not?
Slightly goofy and a little bit absurd. These still make me chuckle.
Since my first post on search results was so much fun to write, I wanted to do another one. Since then, I’ve paid more attention to what people are search, and have also started getting more traffic.
The combination has produced some great searches.
Don’t lie. You were looking for pictures of Taeyong’s glorious sandy-blond mullet, weren’t you. It’s okay. There’s no shame in loving a k-pop mullet.
The one time I had no idea what to post so I posted a pic of Kim and Kanye….
I learned something new today: “Cronbach’s alpha is a measure of internal consistency.”
If we apply that to the Creative Achievement Questionnaire, a Jordan B Peterson product, I’m going to guess there’s probably not much.
I’m flattered, but if you have to search that phrase you probably shouldn’t be on /pol/ in the first place.
Chanyeol’s style in 2018 is about what it’s been in past years: Vetements, Vetements, Vetements.
(Disclaimer: Chanyeol is my bias.)
Trick question—you don’t have to. (Also, the phrase “ward off” makes it sound like scurvy is a vampire, stalking through the night on its way to hunt you down and reveal all of your past wounds. Muahahahaah.)
I got you covered: A Very Personal Review of Vox Day’s Jordanetics
I kind of regret not waxing more poetic about this song when I reviewed the album. It’s by far my favorite, and shows off their vocals in a musical context where you might not expect it. The harmonies are stacked thick. Baekhyun’s enunciation is pleasing to the ear. But most of all, Chen gets to show off with a cadenza that interrupts the entire song.
(Disclaimer: Chen is my bias wrecker. He might wreck his way into becoming my actual bias.)
“Literally” has become a filler word, a word that is complicit in turning the meaning of things upside-down. “Literally” does not deserve this fate.
Go for it, dude. I will warn you: the keto flu is real. If you are at all sensitive to wheat, brace yourself. Withdrawl is not for the faint of heart. I’m not as tempted to cheat because I don’t want to go through that again.
if(man.Color) == (man.Orange)
Man.Bad==true;
I’m not going to ask how in the world did you ended up at my blog instead of on Vox’s stream, because I appreciate the click. Why not both?
There is a personal essay that could be written connecting my recent journey to the oral surgeon to deal with an emergent situation and subsequent prescription of hydrocodone, my journey to health by stripping most opiate-acting foods from my diet, and the larger obesity crisis in America. It could probably be a really interesting piece about systemic brokenness and the potential for healing.
You will not read that piece now.
Why?
Because I’m on hydrocodone, and hydrocodone makes me stupid.
Thank you, and goodnight.
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