Writer, editor, loyal Gear, Quendor historian and Tuesday chanteuse. Not a big fan of the Oxford comma.
This is where I ferret away shiny baubles I find on the internet. Expect a high concentration of the following: media criticism, internet memes, gender identity, video games, menstrual activism, communication technology, needlepoint, flexitarian cuisine, graphic arts, human rights, writing/publishing, Metalocalypse fandom and about a million billion pictures of my cats.
The views expressed here are my own (except where otherwise indicated) and do not reflect the views of my employer, family, friends or kitties.
This is where I ferret away shiny baubles I find on the internet. Expect a high concentration of the following: media criticism, internet memes, gender identity, video games, menstrual activism, communication technology, needlepoint, flexitarian cuisine, graphic arts, human rights, writing/publishing, Metalocalypse fandom and about a million billion pictures of my cats.
The views expressed here are my own (except where otherwise indicated) and do not reflect the views of my employer, family, friends or kitties.
Welp, looks like Toki left the Lunchables in the microwave a little too long, and now black fire is definitely upon us.
We lost Pickles and Toki. In that bottom shot, Charles makes a last plea with Death to spare Nathan’s life. No go. Skwisgaar doesn’t care like the Nihilist he is.
21st August 2011
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