From the endless forest of scripture trees, all covered in the ivory ivy of time's filigree, comes the stirring of the Middle Gods, they, the Dixkin, who bespoke the sturdy lands of our wide world. The Gods who followed the Old, those of ...

Yes, the blog you've all been waiting for has arrived. At last, ten things about Swishiee! Once you're done with that, feel free to wander back here, though I wouldn't encourage you to read the blog itself. It takes some weirdly intimate...

Tits amighty, I love a good whiteboard. The only thing more heady than the tremendous potential for illustrated imagination are the sweet vapours of the purple dry erase marker. It's taken me an exorbitant amount of time, but I've finally g...

Occams "I sure hope he's okay with me using this picture" Electric Toothbrush. Good god, that's more than enough blog writing for tonight. Jesus. Okay. There's words down there somewhere. All yours. Go get 'em. Are they edited? Pfft. Pfff...

It is irrefutably impossible to look cool while carrying groceries. Trust me. I've thought about this long and hard, run through countless simulations in my head. Crunched the numbers. It can't be done. The optimal situation calls for a b...

It's been some time since I wrote, hasn't it, dear reader? I hope you enjoyed the reprieve, but I fear the spell of serenity has been broken, the guileful spiderking of indolence fought from his keyboard throne and the cobwebs dusted off ...

This...this feels strangely familiar. Have we done this before, friends? Some time, long ago perhaps? Back when young Time mewled alone in the crib of the early cosmos? Been a dicking long time, is what I'm trying to convey. Some busine...

Happy Friday boys and babes. I may have misplaced my avatar. Such is things. Well, this is my last weekend of drinking away the all-encompassing loneliness and in celebration, Notch is getting married. So that's pretty rad. Hey, who want...

[As a preface, this isn't exactly a review. At best, it's a collection of thoughts and stories I needed to share. At worst, it's a collection of my thoughts and stories. Make of it what you must.] This weekend, I dove into Two Worlds onc...

Good god, what a day. I hate Tuesdays. They are, far and away, the worst day of the week, and are the worse for the lack of acknowledgement they receive on that front. They have almost all of the raw drudgery of a Monday, but with a cloying...

Thanks to Corduroy for the blog title. Alright everybody, let's- Hey. I know it's been a little while. Don't look at me like that. Come on, it's not like I meant for us to drift apart, I've just been busy is all. You ever have to take six ...

Fitting, I think, that my musing about a game I keep coming back to concerns one I've already brought up once or twice. Not necessarily because of the recurring theme of, well, recurrence, but because I'm something of a hack with no qualm...

Much love to Rex for the title and Law for just being Law. I wrote this blog listening to Margo & Nuclear So And So's. I recommend you do the same. Not, uh, the part where you write this blog. I mean, that's an out-and-out terrible idea....

Thank you, Xzyliac, Occams, Law, Corduroy and Mana for indulging my desperate bid for title tweets. Special thanks to Xzyliac for the current title and Turtle for "Much Ado About Muffin," because Jiminy Cricket, that is wonderful. I can'...

Thank you, Rex, for a title so profound I can't believe I haven't been using all along. Fantastic mention to Turtle for ""Uncertainty: The Might-iest of All." Listen, it's about time someone was upfront about this. Unclogging a toilet su...

Thanks to Corduroy Turtle for this week's title. I'm playing around with my Windows task bar. Right now it's on the right side and hidden. This feels unintuitive, but so utterly made of future. If I can adjust, I feel that this will pay ...

Beyamor, baby! Bey. Beyamundo. Mount Beyamor. Was that last one a play on Mount Rushmore? That was terrible. That physically harmed me. Beyamonster. Beya- Listen, anonymous second party, I've had a long day and these people just want t...

Well, my sexy, sexy people, how are we all doing this week? Bursting with vim and vigour and veal? Grand. Let's roll right along. I have no idea what to write about this week. I want to do video games, I do, but I can't think of a thing....

In two hours, I have to eat, pack, shower, catch a boat and maybe, just maybe, blitzkrieg a blog. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Before we collectively shudder and shriek at the muse-spiders shoo...

Couldn't sleep last night. Hate-wrote the following. Don't know if it makes sense. Bye! ============================= Starring levelly at the elderly and altogether frail woman before him, as he had been doing for several minutes now, M...

Burn. Bro. Man up. Fratboy slang makes me giggle. I love it. It's like it's the skanky girl at the party checking out my tribal tattoos and bafflingly angeled hat because she's had too many Growers Ciders and too little love from her dad....

Heads up America, tomorrow I can drink in you. Ah, the dusty trail of my filth-encrusted keyboard. Time to hitch up the ol� blogging wagon again and set out again. As you�ll quickly infer, this particular trek is flavoured by a liberal d...

Yo. I love you. Not in an I�m-dying-and-these-are-my-last-sentiments kind of way, it�s simply been too long since I woke up beside you and whispered those words in your ear. Wow, that�s a bizarre way to start. Welp, stream of consciousness...

Donning a shirt fresh from the dryer is the closest to plucking apparel straight from the tree that a man can get. Gah. Who�da thunk it would be such a big deal to pass a few little bytes from one computer to another? I miss the internets....

So many coins line my pockets that New York�s fairest maiden quivers in her emerald robe with jealousy for the copper I carry. Internet�s down again and I sort of don�t have a blog for you, per se. Per se. I do have something of an experim...