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Pixel Q. refuses to talk about himself. If thou wishest, thou may infer from his blog what thou wishest.

“New” is so Old

Okay, I suck. I’ve been trying to write some horoscopes for the past month, but I’ve had the worst sort of writer’s block: where I just don’t want to anymore.So here’s your chance to do some good works for your…

Random Hurtful E-Mails

Wow. Now this I have to steal. I mean, my friends and I also ball bust, but never via e-mail. I love the avant-gardeness of the idea. I think I’ll try it. Frank, Remember that time I found out that…

It’s econowe

Hm.. First my pop’s job goes to Mexico. So he follows. Then that job goes to China, so he finds another one. Then, two of my uncles in Mexico lose their high-paying, high-tech jobs. They both start up their own…

A Blaze of Old Glory

So my friend is an Eagle Scout now. Wow. Who cares? Apparently everyone in boy scouts. I didn’t even know what an Eagle Scout was until the ceremony today. I’d been a boy scout for all of forty-five minutes back…

I hate thematic posts

I was going to talk about how ironic it is that on July 4th we all light fireworks. Does it strike nobody else as silly that on the day we celebrate our autonomy, patriotism, and independence, we light fireworks that…

8 Hours * (Sun + Pixel) = Pixel + Red – Skin

If you’re feeling particularly blasphemous, go here. It’s objectively enjoyable. If, on the other hand, you’re accusing me of being a ‘disgusting fuck,’ go here. And that’s the last I’ll mention that episode. For hope for the human race, click…