According to Tumblr, it has taken me almost three years to finally hit my 1,000th post to this blog. Which is kind of a milestone, and kind of ridiculous, since I’m not sure a Tumblr blog can truly be said to exist if it generates less than a post a day.… Read the rest “”
Tag: meta
I fucking hate everything about your latest story, so obviously my panties are soaked.
I’m glad it worked for someone; I’ve rewritten that thing a dozen times over the last year or so.
Capturing the voice in text was difficult –more than my other stuff, this one works best as an audio performance– but it was even tougher dialing in the stupidity.… Read the rest “I fucking hate everything about your latest story, so obviously my panties are soaked.”
A taste of a piece coming in the new year:
He’s got some tools, Daddy. I don’t know where he got them; I don’t even know if he’s washed them. He’s smart enough to realize he should, but that doesn’t mean he cares. I mean, he cares a lot, but mostly… mostly about horrible things.
To this day, I’m amazed at the number of Canadians who follow me.
Who knew America’s Hat was hiding so many greasy little secrets?
Since it’s apparently necessary…
Dear minors:
You are undercooked, and have naught to offer me save gastric distress. Go find some age-appropriate mistakes to make.
Did you ever wish you could filter your Tumblr activity feed on your iPad? Are you, for example, a chick with big, dumb tits and thousands of followers, who would like to be able to look at a blog activity report without wading through 1,001 Likes from uninteresting randoms, but have no idea how to do anything for yourself?… Read the rest “”
I suspect Verizon may have some issues with this sort of thing.
I don’t think the Warheads people will care so much, though, since they’re, y’know… sadists.
Work In Progress
I’m trying to relocate my Tumblr sea legs, so you’re going to see lots of quippy garbage and grossly inappropriate flirting with pretty girls young enough to be my daughters, from now until TBD. If this displeases you, well, thou hast my leave to go to France, Laertes.… Read the rest “Work In Progress”
Got my first random scrap of hatemail in quite some time.
I feel pretty.
I was trying to get something new posted to close out the year, and on a positive note, I *did* make some progress. Not enough, though; sorry, kids. Instead, I’ll simply wish you little fuck-ups a happy new year.
And may you get everything you so richly deserve.