…Tapped out tonight.

Sorry, got nothing: I blame the cold snap for killing all the geekery news.  Or something. Getting that story in didn’t help, either. I’m also trying to figure out when I need to kill off a character in the new short story* that’ll be making the rounds as soon as I finish it. Which is kind of funny, because when I started writing this afternoon I hadn’t realized that I was going to be killing him off at all…

Moe Lane

*As opposed to the Patreon short story, which is going to be from one of the universes that I’ve already put up on Patreon.

this is i don’t even my mind is snapping under the strain

What. THE HELL. Is. This?!?!?!

Ermengarde Stubbs was the beauteous blonde daughter of Hiram Stubbs, a poor but honest farmer-bootlegger of Hogton, Vt. Her name was originally Ethyl Ermengarde, but her father persuaded her to drop the praenomen after the passage of the 18th Amendment, averring that it made him thirsty by reminding him of ethyl alcohol, C2H5OH. His own products contained mostly methyl or wood alcohol, CH3OH. Ermengarde confessed to sixteen summers, and branded as mendacious all reports to the effect that she was thirty. She had large black eyes, a prominent Roman nose, light hair which was never dark at the roots except when the local drug store was short on supplies, and a beautiful but inexpensive complexion. She was about 5ft 5.33…in tall, weighed 115.47 lbs. on her father’s copy scales—also off them—and was adjudged most lovely by all the village swains who admired her father’s farm and liked his liquid crops.

It goes on. Terrifyingly, it goes on – and yeah, you’re going to have to click through to see the author. Ia, Ia-Ia, Ia-Ia…

Via Cracked and AoSHQ.