So I’m in one of my near-deranged sleepless states wherein I can’t really do anything other than blather on about nonsense.

Oh well.

I’ve been trying to pick up a freelance or goon-work gig in the press recently. It’s been too long since I’ve done the whole “write about real things” deal. Granted, my press experience is still fairly limited, but everyone’s got to start somewhere, right? I’m talented enough, so why not.

The big trouble is getting replies, because I have the awesome luck of being a media writer, which is of course the most perennially swamped fields on the planet. I guess that’s because it’s marginally fun and doesn’t involve as many bullets as say, being a journalist in this chickenhawk wet-dream of a world we live in.

On an unrelated subject, since my batteries of surgery have started, my WoW guild members have described my medicinally-induced late night ramblings about such topics as the Canadian Dollar and euthanasia “more entertaining than the actual game”.

Another quote for the book jacket.


Why do I always look insane

Another straight rip from Karen’s Flickr:

Egads I look medicated...

I can’t be in pictures without looking at least slightly unhinged. Even when I try to look normal it just comes out “Oh my god this man belongs to a reality that is not our own”

Karen, however, looks elegantly unhinged! Much as one might after a day in the fiery pits of hell, or the seat of power in the western world, the two are really quite interchangable.


Last morning, after a sleepless night, I had a fun time. I got two teeth ripped out of my mouth!

Yes, the great oral-surgery saga has begun, and as such I will be spending at least two weeks heavily medicated and bleeding. Next thrursday is the nefariously-named Phase II, wherein I will have yet more teeth removed.

I, myself am looking forward to reviewing Halo 3 whilst cracked out on goofballs.

Those last two posts were too serious…

To balance it all out, here’s a giant dick joke!

…Don’t you dare judge me.