A-twitter
Is all a-twitter. I think it’s drugs.
Pixel
Pixel Q. refuses to talk about himself. If thou wishest, thou may infer from his blog what thou wishest.
I’m immune to guilt
“Don’t tell me you’re actually going to listen to my advice. I give bad advice on purpose! Listening to my advice is a very bad idea. I’d advise you against that.” – Pixel to friend Moira on advice he’d just…
Blinking through sleep
Blinking through sleep
Blinking through sleep
Blinking through sleep
Twittering
As some research for a response to a voluntary poll at Radioactive Jam’s site, I inexplicably joined ‘Twitter.’ It’s the 20-minute dating response to Myspace. Or perhaps a better simile would be that it’s like Myspace with ADHD… In any…
I know I’m not Ozzie and Harriet, but do you?
I know I’m not Ozzie and Harriet, but do you?
I’m so funny!!
So there I was, complaining about people who keep telling bad jokes or anecdotes then laughing at them. I said that nobody else finds them slightly amusing and that those people should realize how assenine they are when the person…
What the hell do I blog about?
I’ve been looking through my archives lately (not really, that would require research and I am a lazy, lazy man. So, really, I’ve been imagining what my archives are like lately). It occurred to me that there’s really no rhyme,…
Ramadancing!
I’m going to participate in Ramadan this year and I can’t tell you why. It’s not because my reason is some secret, it’s because I couldn’t explain it to you if I tried. I’m not muslim, nor do I know…
Dear Pixel, age 10,
Hello. It’s me. Now you say it. I have some wisdom to impart unto you and I hope you are less like me than I was when I was you. I hope you decide to listen to me because it’s…