You Call It A Love Song, I Say It's A Funeral March
(or, "it was either this or a reference to pants")
Many bold new discoveries have been achieved this week. And not only because the store has been so amazingly quiet that I've had time to brush up on my elastic-flinging skills.
According to The Brunching Shuttlecock,
http://www.brunching.com/geekhierarchy.html , in the geek hierarchy I rank lower than an amateur SciFi author, on par with a Treekie, and fortunately much higher than someone who writes erotic, self-insertion, furry-based fics.
See?
I have also been basking in the recent completion of
Angel Electric. Not in the glory and praises, per say, but dammit, after 3 years I must confess I'm happy to have it finished. It was a long and joyous and aggravating journey, and I only lapsed into that whole "tortured emo artist" thing once...okay, maybe twice...er, five, maybe six times?
All right. Fine.
I emo author'd fourteen and a half point two times.
Now I need an icon that has a picture of me dancing and going "I am emo author! I am emo author!"
Anyhoo, I have destroyed the Silver Millennium and cacked off an entire cast of (mostly) beloved characters. With beer, no less. (No, I didn't kill them off with beer...though that would be an amusing way to end the world...but as I worked on the final revision, I smote them all with a celebratory beer in hand.)
Now I need an icon that has a picture of me holding aloft a beer and going, "I'm smiting. With beer."
So now that the genocide's all done, let's get back to that carnivorous forest! But first there's the Confic. And The Project. And a recreation of the Battle of Troy made entirely out of french fries. And unmasking Dr. Claw.
No, really:
http://www.progressiveboink.com/archive/drclaw.html
And finally, here is our newest segment, entitled
Today In Pants:
(Taken from the fanstastically cute site:
www.icanhascheezburger.com )
posted by Phillip at 9:46 AM
