Novelist, editor, journalist, drunk. Author of The First Annual Grand Prairie Rabbit Festival
FROM: Mr. B
SUBJ: The term "Old English" and the misuse thereof
Somebody needs a brief lecture up in here, yo.
@KenWheaton I *love* the infancy gospels.
Kids, if you liked Harry Potter, wait 'til you meet Jesus the Weird Young Magician.
It must be weird at the big genetics conference or whatever when Sally is all "Oh, I'm trying to find possible markers for a higher risk of cancer" and Donald, while he munches a celery stick tells Dale that he is working on genetic therapy for Alzheimer's, and Robbie is all "I wanna find out why 1 out of 20 assholes don't like my salsa."
I just checked my calendar, and it's still 2012. How does The Atlantic justify sending a writer who clearly knows fuck all about games to interview the World's Most Pretentious Man about how he is going to finally bring intellectual credibility to the biggest sector entertainment industry by making a puzzle game?
Oh, and bring cash.
The structural component that prevents the submersible from imploding is James Cameron's ego.
That's funny. I only drink wine with ugly labels, because it has lower self-esteem and is easier to talk into my mouth.
So THAT'S why I haven't seen the newsletter this week?
(oldie, but a goodie)
Damn, on my one trip to Charleston, I visited Jestine's, but only for brunch. Need to get back there.
Meanwhile, if you're looking for a fried chicken fix closer to home and don't have the keyboard skills to snag a 'fuku reservation, try Popeye's.