Do you smell that? Do you enjoy the aroma? The succulent scent of YOUR DOOM? It’s too late now, but the very least you can do is find out what’s coming. The irony: nothing will eat YOU. Quite the contrary, actually. It matters not if you choose grilled or fried. Your fate is sealed.
Cleanings of Spring Dawning
This past week, my wife and I have been going through the house getting rid of old stuff. She enjoys freeing up space and seeing the house clean. I enjoy looking at my old stuff, reliving all the good times we had together, and almost weeping when I throw any of it away. And that’s not even talking about my boxes of AD&D 1E books from high school. SAVE VS PETRIFICATION.
Save vs. Misogyny: An Open Letter To Gen Con’s Event Organizers
See that ball and chain? That’s how Gen Con is portraying our wives and girlfriends in their event registration system. Activating rant mode.
Mighty Anthropomorphin’ Power Rangers
As the father of a 2 year old, it’s interesting for me having my son approach the age where I started remembering stuff. I remember bits and pieces of the tail end of being 2. I had my first stuffed animal friend, a bear named Fluffy. My son hasn’t latched on to any toy in particular as a buddy yet, nor really given any of his toys any anthropomorphic qualities. I’m curious to see when he starts, and what personalities he starts assigning. I used to name almost every toy I owned, and I can remember sleeping with my bed filled to capacity with little plastic toys so that they didn’t feel left out. I can definitely appreciate caring for the feelings of others, but in retrospect I think perhaps feeling empathy toward a Grimace comb obtained from a Happy Meal might have been a bit much.
The Power Of The Music Of The Nerd
Geeks have become more “mainstream” in recent years, and carved their own niche into several facets of our culture. To this writer, music seems strangely absent from this trend – or is it? Does our culture sing as one? Will we ever play the piano again?
Cheeseburger, Plain
Back in my day, you had to turn in government stamps just to play a game of pong! We used to have to steal ram chips just to remember where we lived! My daddy worked on the parallel port, and worked 256 shifts manufacturing computer metaphors! And all you damn kids want is more explosions. I’ll have none of it!
Night’s The Only Time Of Day
What goes on in a geek’s mind as it slumbers? Vanir offers a peek into the abyss. Read on, if you dare – and share with the hive-mind.
Six Months To Four Days
Gen Con is six months away, but event registration draws near. Read on to discover almost no information of value whatsoever about Gen Con 2010. But be warned! That one tiny info-morsel could save your life.
The Passion Of The Jesus Phone
In which Apple’s capricious and callous handling of their app store finally makes one programmer hulk out and smash. I’m the ever-lovin brown-eyed Vanir-thing. My skin is comprised not of rocks, but of Chicken McNuggets.
Olympic Confessions
For me, the Olympics have always had a different kind of special significance. For whatever reason, the Olympics get me to give a crap about sports, if only for a couple weeks.
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