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Zeke’s beer had a quarter inch left and it was warm. A good time to refresh. The short walk to the kitchen gave him a chance to shake off the heebie-jeebies the squirrel sighting gave him. Zeke really hated those … Continue reading
There’s babes that kick-ass, carry heavy firearms and swords. They fight giant robots and dragons. I’ve got an action movie chubby!
Little Girl paced the window sill. Her tail flicked anxiously. Something outside the window had her attention. Probably a passing leaf, Zeke thought, or squirrel. All Zeke was certain of is that if he looked, he would see nothing. Little … Continue reading
Sorry folks, I have lapsed in my responsibilities to my site. Here are a few picks. Enjoy. link » » Opposing Views: McDonald’s Accidentally Puts Condoms In Happy Meals Now this is the kind of Happy Meal I want. Okay, … Continue reading
I am really very confused by this whole ‘Freedom from Porn” [link] thing that is bouncing around the net. Jobs is telling me that by keeping the iTunes App store free of porn that he is keeping my iPad free … Continue reading
Via Wired [Link] This PSA from the Adult Entertainment Trade Association looks like it could be broadcast during primetime. There is nothing offensive about it. If the volume was turned down and this was presented to the unsuspecting and prurient, … Continue reading
Okay, in a world of dime a dozen pop and R&B instant idols, it gets easy to dismiss entire catalogs of music because you feel that nothing great can ever again come out of the morass of sludge dripping from … Continue reading
Yesterday, I got my new toy: an Apple iPad [link]. I spent the day at home installing applications, playing with features and games. All around, yesterday was about me bonding with my iPad. For those curious, I named it P.A.D.D. … Continue reading
Last night, the conversation I had with a friend drifted toward recollections of school. I ended up telling her stories about my first grade teacher, Ms. Jensen. More accurately, Ms. Jensen was my nemesis. My step-father would describe her type … Continue reading
