©2007 wjk It Becomes a Thing
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Devil Blames Self for Carnage
(Reprint correction from previous issue "Devil Blames Elf for Carnage" - 1/15/07)
A written confession by Satan as deposed to the L.A.P.D. office of pre-representative interrogation:
I started talking to myself recently. Ya know, I tend to be quite a lonely guy. I must admit, being the Prince of Darkness doesn't put me at the top of the social calendar. With that I began to mumble to myself under my breath - breath of fire and brimstone, of course. ; ) My voice became clearer and louder, from a whisper to an evil, gravelly baritone. At first I couldn't make out what I was saying, but then it became overwhelming. I was telling myself to go out and commit acts of horrible, bloody flesh-churning violence. Not just telling - commanding. Without being fully cognizant of my actions, I turned suggestion into bone shattering reality. What was I to do but obey. Well, some may say "just don't obey", but they fail to realize just what a relentlessly manipulative terror I can be to a tortured, lonely, outcast soul such as myself. Long story short - limbs, guts, heads on poles. You get the picture. All because the Devil wouldn't take no for an answer. Even now I can hear the evil bastard ratting me out. Anyhooz, that's that in a nutshell.
© 2007 wjk It Becomes a Thing
A written confession by Satan as deposed to the L.A.P.D. office of pre-representative interrogation:
I started talking to myself recently. Ya know, I tend to be quite a lonely guy. I must admit, being the Prince of Darkness doesn't put me at the top of the social calendar. With that I began to mumble to myself under my breath - breath of fire and brimstone, of course. ; ) My voice became clearer and louder, from a whisper to an evil, gravelly baritone. At first I couldn't make out what I was saying, but then it became overwhelming. I was telling myself to go out and commit acts of horrible, bloody flesh-churning violence. Not just telling - commanding. Without being fully cognizant of my actions, I turned suggestion into bone shattering reality. What was I to do but obey. Well, some may say "just don't obey", but they fail to realize just what a relentlessly manipulative terror I can be to a tortured, lonely, outcast soul such as myself. Long story short - limbs, guts, heads on poles. You get the picture. All because the Devil wouldn't take no for an answer. Even now I can hear the evil bastard ratting me out. Anyhooz, that's that in a nutshell.
© 2007 wjk It Becomes a Thing
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Infographic
I made this a while back in the same style as they do on The Onion.
©2007 wjk It Becomes a Thing
©2007 wjk It Becomes a Thing
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Ramen Anois!
This reporter's name got me pinching myself to see if I was asleep and having a weird dream. My mind could easily have pulled "Ramen Anois!" from Julie Rogue's recent comment to Máire's state fair pic on Scáitháinín Mháire.
... Yeah... I know... his facial expression - You shouldn't chew toffees when you're drunk. (or taffee, if you're an American)
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
First Day of Class...
Today was my first day of class back at the U of M to start my Masters (and hopefully continue on with my Doctorate) Degree.
One class today.. Another new one tomorrow.
Only one difficulty with the class. I came in and sat down - pretty much in the very middle of the herd of desks, so as to seem neither too eager nor too cloaked. Immediately, a swarm of very good-looking guys rustled in and proceeded to arrange themselves tightly around me, as if I were the 5 in a key pad, and they the remaining numbers. With that, I new my concentration on matters serious and pertinent to my education - at least for this class - would be strenuously challenged, if not DOOMED.
Linguistics guys aren't supposed to be cute?! WTF!
[I yoinked the above passage from an email I sent earlier today. I thought it was so descriptive that I just had to post it here too.]
One class today.. Another new one tomorrow.
Only one difficulty with the class. I came in and sat down - pretty much in the very middle of the herd of desks, so as to seem neither too eager nor too cloaked. Immediately, a swarm of very good-looking guys rustled in and proceeded to arrange themselves tightly around me, as if I were the 5 in a key pad, and they the remaining numbers. With that, I new my concentration on matters serious and pertinent to my education - at least for this class - would be strenuously challenged, if not DOOMED.
Linguistics guys aren't supposed to be cute?! WTF!
[I yoinked the above passage from an email I sent earlier today. I thought it was so descriptive that I just had to post it here too.]
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