Actual headline: People want to drink the red liquid from newly-opened 4,000-year-old sarcophagus.
…Yeah, I got nothing, sorry.
Actual headline: People want to drink the red liquid from newly-opened 4,000-year-old sarcophagus.
…Yeah, I got nothing, sorry.
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…
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*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.
Even the Zootopia trailer was a bit of a stretch. Successful hydrogen bomb tests by rogue nation-states tends to have a chilling effect on light-and-fluffy posts. Although God knows we could all use a laugh…
I got nothing, sorry. And I ain’t gonna spin my wheels to come up with something half-suitable, so: talk among yourselves. I dunno, give me a good recipe for boneless chicken thighs or something: I got three that should be cooked up tomorrow.
Seriously, I got a screaming case of the don’t-really-cares. Besides, it’s Friday.
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— Brian Faughnan (@BrianFaughnan) September 8, 2014
Although the mental image amuses.
Well, kind of quiet. I suppose that’s good.
Sorry. Some days coming up with stuff to natter on about can be… involved.
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…
I mean, wow, it’s like nothing is going on. Freaky.
:pause:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49EoV50oba0
It only lacks a humorous cat video.
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