It was so hot that shade was trying to find shade. Dust hung in the air, clinging to the humidity. Walking through it would get you filthy in seconds. Driving through it was like getting a carwash in reverse.

Irving was driving an ancient Pontiac. He'd skipped a few rest stops on account of they looked only marginally more appealing than the inside of his car, and besides, none of them had anything to drink. Irving needed a sip of something.

According to the folks at boingboing.net:

I've been a bit quiet over the last week or so because I'm working on a writing problem. Specifically, I'm attempting to write a nightmare. It's not the whole piece - that's already done. It's not even the most important piece. But it's a crucial element all the same, and I'm having a very hard time getting it right.

Is it wrong that I'm a bit gleeful at the fact that someone made it to my site via a search for "phallic victory"?

Someone out there is going to hand in an unintentionally amusing paper...

The nefarious Space Nakji has tagged me. But don't worry, I'll get her back.

Four Jobs I've Had:
1. Yeti Groomer
2. Telemarketer
3. Layin' Around
4. Makin' Stuff Up

Four Movies I Watch Over and Over Again:
1. The Goonies
2. Shaun of the Dead
3. Ghostbusters
4. The video footage of Space Nakji's frontal lobotomy

Four Places I've Lived:
1. A house with 22 rabbits, 2 cats, 1 dog, 1 mouse, 1 hamster, 2 chinchillas, and a fruitbat
2. A Giant Peach
3. A house with no raccoon

Ok, ok! So here's the dilemma I'm having at the moment, RE: Updating this site. While I don't have any sort of defined purpose for this blog (railing against injustice, perceived or otherwise, posting pictures of marmots in compromising positions, etc.), I do have a rather specific list of things that I do NOT want to use this thing for.

This is kinda cool: