“. . .until a few years ago it was our only option when we had the sort of desire to piss off our parents that only a impulsive and instantly-regretted tattoo could fulfill . . .”
I swear to jeebus, Andy Inhatko is one of the best writers I’ve ever read.
Month: August 2003
homer defined
Quick update:
I’m home from an AWESOME convention in Vegas, where I had MASSIVE funtimes.
But I’m CRAZY BUSY with lots of stuff, so I don’t have time to write anything worthwhile for the WWdN. I actually had auditions yesterday, and today! Anne’s birthday is on Friday, too, so I’ve been getting that ready. You see, her birthday won’t happen unless I get it ready. It’s part of the new cruelty.
Speaking of the new cruelty: I can’t. effing. believe. that The Terminator is running for governor of my state. And has a chance.
Maybe I’ll go ahead and run, too.
Site update: Thanks to loren, Josh, and jbay, who got everything back in order after the server move. TextAds are back in full-effect, and everything else seems to be working fine, as well. And if you want to get an e-mail almost every time I update the site, send a message to [email protected].
Shipped tons of books today, so those of you who were totally screwed by me being totally stupid can start checking your mailboxes with the reasonable expectation of finding a package from yours truly inside.
Heh.
“Package.”
“Inside.”
Yeah. It’s the innuendo that’s sweeping the nation.