I’m thinking if I can get in the habit of popping in here to make small updates, I’ll be less likely to abandon it completely once school starts again.

Someone recently pointed me to an article about the “Top 10 Nicest Asses in Videogames.” The list is an electronic temple built to honor the shambling Lovecraftian elder god of Mountain Dew-soaked desperation. It is an eldritch orange monument of sadness built with bricks of cheetoh dust mortared in place with the lardy excretions and greasy nerdpaste of the loathed and wretched. It is, in fact, so very foul that just one page of it managed to achieve what decades of badgering by my female friends have not: I have now been shamed into avoiding the word “chick.”

While doing dishes last night, I managed to slice open the webbing between my ring finger and my pinky. It bled like hell, stings like a son of a gun, and the way the wound is positioned means that band-aids either fold in half and stab it with the crease or ride up and slice it with their edges.

I’m not sure which would be worse: soaking my hand in lemon juice or re-reading that video game article.

If you click that link, don’t blame me. You were warned.

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