Welcome all to the Carnival of the Godless, the best (if not only) carnival from a godless perspective on the blogosphere. In eight days, CotG will be one year old. That makes this the last official carnival of the first…

(scene: 2:00 p.m. Somewhere, New Mexico. Pixel calling friend Alethea to confirm movie plans for tonight. Pixel dials, walks around as the phone rings, and finds a package addressed to him on the dinner table) Alethea: Hello? Pixel: Oh, my…

So I accomplished something. Yeah, a newspaper was published today and I’m sort of credited as the Design Editor. You’d think I’d feel more proud, but all I feel is stress. That’s not right. I’ll have to learn to delegate…

Here’s a fun game: type in ‘penis’ into the Google image search while the moderated searching tab is ‘off.’ Then click search and realize you’re in the middle of work and the half-cocked idea to use a funny background in…

Dear Fans, Gabe the Hysterical Beaver here welcoming you back to another warm and joyous semester of beaver-related hijinks. I’m your local newspaper’s humor columnist. As a 3’ 1” beaver with a bitch for a wife, a fox for a…

I’ve come up with a new concept that should modify my 12-year lesson plan (as seen on I, Kid part IV). I call it “Holistic History.” The idea is simple but would require the teacher(s) to have near expertise on…

This comes from the Extreme line of Pixelated Gaming.  Not to be attempted by the faint of heart. This game involves at least five ex-girlfriends/boyfriends and one current girlfriend  First, you pair up the ones that don’t know each other…

As a young man (this was like twenty minutes ago), I remember reading that Mark Twain’s birth name was Samuel Clemens and thinking, “That’s not a real name! I refuse to call anyone by their non-real name! What a travesty!…

Once, as a child, my pseudo-intellectual uncle gave me the worst piece of advice I’d ever heard: Every time you open a book, find the author and see who he is, for that is the most important thing to tell…