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She stumbles through the familiar European street. Her numb feet plod along the cobblestones, resonating in their sockets. The street is busy, today, she thinks as she knocks into a frowning man with a box tucked under his arm. She... Keep reading this entry »
Is it December 23rd and you're scrounging for that last-minute gift for a loved one? Buy a wig. Buy a box. Buy a Zippo lighter. Rig up the box so when they open the box the Zippo fires and falls... Keep reading this entry »
In light of a tangent in one of yesterday's entries... Everyone go to this site at Classic Gaming. Scroll down to the bottom of the page. Download AppleWin. Download the Oregon Trail. Install. Load. Be a banker from Boston. Again.... Keep reading this entry »
National Institute on Media and the Family says video games victimize women. In its annual review of the video game industry, the Minneapolis-based institute singled out several games, most notably "Grand Theft Auto: Vice City." In that game, participants ramp... Keep reading this entry »
This semester I wrote my first short story since junior high. As I wound the thing up I was floored by how few words made it into the final copy. It ran 12 pages, but I had just as much... Keep reading this entry »
I've done a lot of stuff this semester. I won't belabor the point with a list or anything, as there's nothing invigorating about someone listing off their accomplishments. If you did something grand I want to see it. Take pictures... Keep reading this entry »
It's stuff like this that got me writing in the first place: “They called it Bloodmas Eve - aye, the older reindeer still talk about it. The red-nosed one stood in the stable door, eyes wide as wagon wheels, gore-flecked... Keep reading this entry »
Today I woke up to an amazing sunrise and felt those collegiate pangs of wanting to fall asleep at that time, not wake up. Oh well. A sunrise is a rare thing for a college student, and seeing as how... Keep reading this entry »
I'm doing (as usual) everything in my power to avoid studying for big hairy finals. Let's continue the tradition by dragging Den Beste and advertising into the mix! Telemarketers have been going crazy the last two weeks in Duluth, as... Keep reading this entry »
A brief upate before I collapse from exhaustion and drown in 3mm of water in the shower. My social calendar for finals week has more stuff going on than I've done all year. It's really weird how this happens, as... Keep reading this entry »
By popular request I've finally created a desktop wallpaper gallery. Go nuts and make your computer beautiful.... Keep reading this entry »
Ok. So. Now there are random disclaimers at the top of this page. I had to rename the index.html file to index.shtml for this to work. It also took me an hour and a half of being stupid with scripts.... Keep reading this entry »
A wonderful weekend of cabins and pines and people and snow and lakes and morning light and pictographs and icicles and random blues and bouldering and table-traversing and fruit and thai and chaos toast and spaghetti-snorting. "Where did it... Keep reading this entry »
"What would be the scariest thing to jump out of the woods, right now?" "A moose." "A wolf." "A pack of clowns."... Keep reading this entry »
"Hmm. I wonder if I can get up there." "I bet you can." "Yup." "The janitor is pointing at you." "Oh." "Hey you! Kid! On the roof!" "I don't think he's coming back." "You go to school here and you... Keep reading this entry »
Steven Den Beste has plunked this at the top of his blog: 20021205: I just wanted to let everyone know that I do read Instapundit and you don't need to mail me links that Glenn has posted. Thanks. I had... Keep reading this entry »
We woke up the next morning feeling numb and fresh and bolted from the campground before we could be shaken down for money. Later that morning the van started to smell like feet and bananas. Why did it smell like... Keep reading this entry »
Cleaning, organizing, gutting out my room to make room for arson. We reviewed our short stories in Fiction class today. No one spit and cawed about grammatical errors and verbation of nounage. No one broke down and wept when his... Keep reading this entry »
As convenient as it would be for the sake of nostalgia... ("the sign of a dying culture," said some guy whose parents never let him play with knives or mud or anything fun in his youth... one time I was... Keep reading this entry »
Yesterday was crunch day. I turned in my short story that's been brewing for the entire semester, and by the end was stained with blood draining from my eyes. It's a nice piece about a road trip, but as with... Keep reading this entry »
"It illuminated the entire forest with a white light," he added. "The object itself had a pulsing red light on top and a bank of blue lights underneath. The object was hovering, or on legs." This passage describes a... a)... Keep reading this entry »
Lately I've been getting headaches from sitting in front of the computer six hours a day, five days a week. If I ever want to make it in the working world (which I'm not sure I do, and I'm currently... Keep reading this entry »
When I was a wee youngin' and learning to ski, my family would always go out to Powder Ridge in Kimbal, Minnesota. The hill was an improbable nub of rock jutting out of an endless sea of farmland. It wasn't... Keep reading this entry »