Portal themed bedroom.
Portal themed bedroom.
I Guess It’s Good For Holy Wars
New story up on the blog. Going to try just a few sentences here instead of the normal copy and paste business. This one is about a new hire getting asked some questions by a sexy robot.
PS - I finally got a new job so expect a lot more writing from me in the future. When I put something on the blog you can expect a link here.
Hybrid creature sculptures by Ellen Jewett:
A Glimpse of Hell - Stunning Shots of an Active Volcano
Two Kyrgyzstan-based photographers, Andrew and Luda, trekked to the Kamchatka Peninsula in Russia where the volcano complex known as Tolbachik was in active eruption. Among the numerous hellish vistas photographed by the team was this deep volcanic cave that offered a glimpse of what it might look like below the Earth’s crust.
Nature kicks fiery ass.
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This is barely a joke. However, they tried so I’m going to post it anyway. There, I am now like most other people online.
[via My Modern Metropolis]
I am now going to assume that an owl, probably this owl, is now always watching me. Just seems safer that way.
"Who are you?"
"Like the place in Canada?"
"The place? That the best you got, killer? Don’t know what it is?"
"Is it a city?"
The girl made out of broken glass paused and then shook her head.
"That’s pretty close, but no, not a state. It’s a Province."
Kirk was getting quite baffled by this whole situation.
"Does it really matter? I mean, isn’t that pretty close to a state? Isn’t Canada made up of the different provinces or whatever? Isn’t that like us and the states, more or less?"
The glass girl scratched her face. She took a pebble out of it and threw it on to the ground.
"Semantics are important in life, Kirk. Everyone knows that."
"How the hell do you know my name?"
"Oh come on. I’ve been your windshield for years now. Do you really think I wouldn’t know your name by this point? Are you really being that insulting?"
He was bleeding pretty badly. It had to be the blood loss or a hit on the head or something. That would make sense. Maybe.
"I’m in a lot of pain here so I’m just going to cut right to it. Are you real?"
"What do you mean?"
"You just came out of my windshield glass and started walking around. Umm…what’s up with that?"
"Oh, yes, that. Yeah, don’t worry about that."
"Are you kidding me? Don’t worry about that? I’m sorry. I’m going to kind of just sit here and freak out a lot unless you start answering some questions."
"Bah, Cindy was right about you. Such a baby."
He should call Cindy. Sure, they broke up, but maybe she could calm things down. In the mean time…
"Shut up! Don’t bring up, Cindy!"
"Geez. Touchy, aren’t you? No wonder she cheated on you with Barry that one time."
"Right here. Back seat. Saw everything. She loved it. Can’t say I blame her."
"Oh god. Oh god. I just can’t deal with this."
"Well, you need to get your stuff together, buddy. I’m alive for a reason. Get the emergency kit in the trunk, clean up your blood, and get moving. If you stay here you’re going to die."
Kirk just blinked and spat out some blood.
"Don’t be petulant. No time for it. Get moving."
Kirk shook his head. It had to be some kind of crazy head wound. Or drugs. Or something.
"Previous owner. Before your time. Crazy times." The glass near her glass cheeks turned a slight shade of red or at least it seemed to do so. "None of your business. Can you clean up your blood already?"
"Yeah, sure. Why not? I’ll listen to you glass lady, but only until I get some good pain killers."
"Yes, yes, drug yourself. I’m sure that is going to solve your problems."
"Oh shut up."
"All of you humans are honestly just such children."
"Don’t make me get a rock."
"Try it little man."
Kirk grumbled and started moving towards the trunk.