Worth a Gigabyte of memories
When I was 16, my friend decided to go on a midnight hike across a mountain. Not wanting him to die, I went with him– wearing all black– across a mountain that was 40 km across (or 22 gallons). By…
Pixel
Pixel Q. refuses to talk about himself. If thou wishest, thou may infer from his blog what thou wishest.
I, Kid (part IV)
My ideal curriculum: Grade 1: Addition, Subtraction, Multiplication, simple division. English. Latin. Reading. Spelling. Art. P.E. Grade 2: Large scale addition, Subtraction with Borrowing, Multiplication, Long Division. Latin. English. Choice of Japanese or Chinese. Spelling, Grammar. Drawing. P.E. (swimming) Grade…
Pixelated Gaming
I’ve created a bunch of games over my lifetime. Here, in all their glory, are all the ones I could find in the archives: “People projecting their labels on you projekt:“ hold hands with a friend of yours of the…
The Nominees Are…
(sorry about the shoddy html earlier. I accidentally went off with a beautiful woman, had an adventure, saved a pestilent bird only to let him die again, had a fantastic time with friends I love, had good food, played some…
Hierarchy of Bloggitude
Who here hasn’t laughed at someone who had a xanga? And while livejournal is a bit better, it’s still a blogospherical embarrassment. There was once a time when we at Blogger were at the top and could brag about it,…
Goodie Grab Bag VIII
Only the mediocre die middle aged. 1: So you had to swallow your words? 2: Yeah. 1: Then what? 2: I had a vowel movement. You know what’s funny? Humorous observations. 1: Women, Nature’s Rubik’s Cube. 2: Yeah, but I…
Calling all Quipsters
The deadline for the next WTF! Carnival is the 25th (Friday). Send your submissions to submissions(at)pixcapacitor(dot)com and I shall forward them to Aeger. Alternatively, you could send them to Aeger and he’ll post them the 31st. (it has come to…
500!!!
It’s my 500th post. Hey, blogosphere, give me some love. Everyone (calling all lurkers) comment on why they read me, how they came about the blog, and/or what they love best of what I do.
I’m such an arse
I go insane. Every time I try to spell something that ends with ‘-er‘ or ‘-re‘ or ‘-or‘ or ‘-our‘ or ‘-ise‘ or ‘-ize‘ or ‘-ce‘ or ‘-se‘ or ‘-xion‘ or ‘-ction‘ or any of the other hundred-odd variations in…
Don’t you think that everything you just said is wrong, wrong, wrong?
Subject: Hey Pixel. Message: I have a favor to ask. Do you know or is it possible for you to dismantle a club that you created? You are the creator of the parking nazi club, and frankly it disturbs…