The Pearl Ratio

I'm going to leave it up to you to guess. Did I find this NSFW link while I was: (a) searching for examples of The Golden Ratio. (b) searching for examples of cumshots. (c) looking through old Fleshbot posts in the new Google Reader. [Ed. Note - I'm not sure if this got un-published somehow or if I never actually hit publish. Although I thought I sent someone a link to it. Hmm. Oh well, not a big deal but I figured I might as well restore it to it's natural past glory.]

Shawn Of The Wasps

I feel like I'm in some kind of insectoid zombie movie right now. About an hour ago, I spotted the first one. More accurately, I heard him bumping up against the ceiling, levitating silently and aimlessly like the flying dead. Of course, you can never find just the right weapon in these circumstances, and this was no exception, but I did find some Ant & Roach Raid. How different can they really be, I reasoned? By the time I returned upstairs, there was another one, this one crawling along the inside of a window screen. Knowing an easy target when I see one, I went for the new one first. Luckily for me, there was no breeze to disperse the stream; he took off quickly, looking around stupidly for his attacker before he dropped suddenly. I lost him for a few moments, as I was busy fleeing for the far side of the room, but my faithful companion Max (Ah-aah... defender of the universe) kept watch over him until I could return with the Feb 2006 issue of CMJ New Music Monthly and finish the job. I found the poor creature twitching pathetically on a blanket, but I could afford him no mercy, as his stinger could mean my death. I dispatched him with grim efficiency, swatting over and over until his very thorax was nearly removed from his abdomen. Still, one entymological horror remained, and in my bloodlust I had lost track of him. A few moments of scanning the room revealed the worst: there he was above my computer desk, in the very area that had been my former stronghold. He flitted about the light as if to say, "Now you must come to me, Hyoo-min!" I retreated to the windows, where I had killed the first creature, but there was no safety to be found there. Two more of The Stinging Brethren were crawling on the outside of the screen, trying to find entry. I treated them to a cursory stream from my weapon and returned to the task at hand. I now understood that my only option was to attack. I screamed, a bloodcurdling attack cry made of equal parts fear and hatred, and I launched myself at the yellow-jacketed horror. I held my can of chemical death ahead of me like a talisman, but in the open air around the light the Raid was far more dilute, and being designed for far more stationary targets it failed in its promise of instant annihilation. I quickly decided that discretion was the better part of valour and executed a guarded retreat. The wasp attempted to follow, but my attack did not leave him uninjured. He hovered menacingly before he began to drift towards me, then suddenly took a wrong turn and flew three feet into the wall. He fell, but was back up again in moments, rising from behind the desk like a spectre of insectoid vengeance. But then, just as a wail of desperation and horror was crawling up my throat, the neuro-tomxin finally took hold. A sudden paralysis gripped his wings, and he fell from the air like a coyote suddenly reminded of the law of gravity. Max and I searched the area thoroughly, but no body was ever recovered. The nightmare was over, but the horror lives on. I now sit here at my computer writing this, nearly directly below the last known location of

Kamikaze Katamari

If you've never played Katamari Damacy, or if you think that comics should do better than stick figure theatre, then don't bother to go read the latest XKCD.

Blogging About Stuff Because I Think It's Cool

Brian Ibbott of Coverville managed to score an interview with Tim Delaughter of The Polyphonic Spree, and it's finally up in Episode 246. I haven't listened to it yet, but I imagine it's pretty cool. If it's not, don't blame me. No particular reason for posting this, but I was going to email it to a few people (you know who you are) when I decided that I could possible use this blog thing for something other than checking out the cool new Blogger interface.