Saturday, January 12, 2013 // Woot
Hinkle looked at Miller. Miller looked in the safe. The empty safe looked at Miller. Miller looked at Hinkle. Hinkle sighed and looked at the landlord. The landlord shrugged, and looked at the door. “It’s a cold night, Hinkle.” Miller cradled the Holmes Heater as the two men loaded up the car. “There’s no other […]
Saturday, January 12, 2013 // Woot
It wasn’t uncommon for Jake to drift off into his own little world, so Tim wasn’t really all that surprised to find him standing in the middle of the living room, eyes wide in … wonder? Disbelief? Both? Neither? You really never could tell with Jake. “OK, I’ll bite,” said Tim to Michelle. “What’s up […]
Saturday, January 12, 2013 // Woot
January 24th, 1855 — We remain at the foothills of the mighty Sierra Nevada Mountains. Heavy snows have rendered the path to California impassable. Yesterday, two of the Razor Ultra Pro Kick Scooters in our train broke down, halting all progress. It seems the Double TIG Welded Deck and Down Tube broke under the weight […]
Saturday, January 12, 2013 // Woot
I’m a huge S’mores fan, so you can imagine I was heart broken when Jim S’morrison died. He was so young and just oozing with talent. I had the privilege to see him and the S’mores live when I was young. They played all their big hits – like “Torch Me,” “Roast House Blues,” “[Marsh]mellow, […]
Saturday, January 12, 2013 // Woot
Truth = beauty. Beauty = truth. At least, that’s the excuse we’re giving for making “flight” jokes about these Harvest Moon Late Harvest Zinfandel bottles. Because otherwise, we’d have to answer some hard questions about truth in advertising. Like, if we write a haiku like “two thousand and nine/also two thousand and eight/pass the moon, […]
Saturday, January 12, 2013 // Woot
CORE 1 All right, everybody, time to wake up. It’s boot-up time. CORE 3 Wha–who? Where am I? Oh, OK. It’s all right. I was having that dream again. CORE 1 The overclocking dream? CORE 3 Yeah. I was doing a huge After Effects render, and the User just kept demanding that I go faster […]
Friday, January 11, 2013 // Woot
From the battlefield the adjutants he had sent and his marshals’ orderlies constantly came galloping to Napoleon with reports on the course of events; but all these reports false: both because in the heat of battle it is impossible to tell what is going on at a given moment, and because many of the adjutants […]
Friday, January 11, 2013 // Woot
“Shoot! Another bogie. This course is kickin’ my butt.” FWOOSH! GREETINGS, HUMAN GOLF ENTHUSIAST! I AM CELESTRON, NAVIGATOR OF TIME AND SPACE. “Uh, hi.” I HAVE JOURNEYED HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF LIGHT YEARS TO- WHAT? “What?” I JUST- YOU DON’T SEEM ALL THAT IMPRESSED. I KIND OF THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE A BIGGER DEAL. “Sorry. […]
Friday, January 11, 2013 // Woot
“Karen, we really need to talk.” SORRY, HONEY! I CAN’T HEAR YOU! I’M CUTTING MY STEAK WITH THESE STEAK KNIVES! “Karen, I know you’re faking. Cutting steak barely makes a sound. NO, NO, YOU’RE WRONG! THE CLANG OF THE QUALITY STEEL BLADES AGAINST MY STEAK IS LOUD AND DISTRACTING AND I CAN’T TELL WHAT YOU’RE […]
Friday, January 11, 2013 // Woot
Nestoras’ luggage was packed and stowed. His boxes were somewhere below, in the freight. Maybe a sea journey was a little more expensive, but to him, it was worth it. He had always loved the sea. And now, here, on the docks, his journey was about to begin. “You always loved dat sea,” said Solomon. […]
