Doorway into Nightmare

Warning: Clicking this link will probably send you crying to Dr. Strange. Or whoever the Sorcerer Supreme is these days.

Rob

Internet Update

Google Images isn't the only game in town. Undaunted by my earlier failure to track these two guys down, I tried Bing, and I came up with these two images of Jingle and Jangle on the first page of results.


And having settled that matter in my mind, I hope to forget about Christmas for another 50 days or so.

Rob

Welcome to the Abyss

Do not gaze too long at SecretTweet, for it gazes also into you:

40889 I saw my son's 3rd grade teacher dancing at a strip club last week; we now exchange the biggest smiles at after-school pick-up.

40718 Motherhood is nothing like I expected. I feel so guilty about hating it.

40568 I'm a model in a BBW site. I seem very passionate about my work, but all I want is to be skinny.

40302 Her partner had a vasectomy and to spare her feelings I said I thought it was for the best. She would have been a great mum.

39999 she cheats on you all the time and tells me. im in love with you and could treat you so much better.

39970 The house is so quiet. I'm working,kids are at school,wife has passed out drunk again. It won't be quiet when she comes round.

39737 I didn't get to say goodbye to my father because I was high the day he passed. I haven't been high since. I'm sorry Papa.

39738 I'm a surgeon and today a little girl died on my table. I cried in my office after and wished that I was God.

39426 For four weeks, I've been sending anonymous flower bouquets to my wife at work, because I love her. She hasn't said a thing about it.

39271 Today, there was a giant dead ant in the cheese sauce I was making. I fished it out and served the sauce to guests.

And more and more and more... tiny heartbreaks, 140 characters at a time.

Rob

Ping!

So, when I was looking for a photo of Woodstock to accompany the previous post, I happened upon a website devoted to photos of celebrities playing ping pong.


Really.



People feather their Internest with the strangest things. Its one of the things that gives me hope for the universe.

(As to how I got there? My search words were "Woodstock" and "Rain.")




Rob

Sometimes, on message boards...

I'm tempted to argue with people. Particularly on the Newsarama boards, which I try to avoid, but am sometimes drawn to like a moth on crack to an LED crackpipe. I start to fire off a scathing rebuttal about something or other, and then, if I have my wits about me, I pause.

Take a deep breath.

And look at the other user's profile.

Usually, I find that the idiot I wanted to put a rhetorical hurtin' on is just a kid. Twenty-three* seems to be the age of most folks that rile me. And a hard-headed 23-year-old is just not worth arguing with. Talk about a waste of energy.

It's hard to remember, in the age of avatars and internet handles, that not everyone is in your peer group. And even more important than remembering that you don't have all the answers, is this: Even when you do, there's no reason you have to share 'em with halfwits.

Rob
(Making grudging peace with the fact that at my age, a 23-year-old is now "just a kid.")

Not Safe For Work

In booking a trip to Vegas, I went to type Ballys.com into my browser top check out room rates. But thanks to my typo-prone fingers, I entered Balls.com.

I've no idea where the url leads -- I closed my browser window before any non-work-safe content could register. For all I know it's a sporting-goods website... but I wouldn't count on it.

Rob

Shit. Fuck. Goddamn it.

Goodbye Sploid. I'll miss ya.

Rob

Fest on Google Earth!

This is where I'll be.

The southern part of the field is the campsite. The northeastern part is parking, and the northwestern part is the performing area. You can see the Main stage (the big white box near the trees), the Craft stage (to its right) the Tank stage (to its left) and the Camp stage (the white box just beyond that thick grove of trees). By Thursday, it'll be a sea of blue tarps.

Rob