Autoblography
The story of me. If you're looking for a picture of what it was like growing up in the seventies, then this is for you.
Free Radical
The product of fandom run unchecked, this novel began as a short story and grew into something of a cult hit.
Steam Summer Blues
This mess of dross, confusion, and terrible UI design is the storefront the big publishers couldn't beat? Amazing.
Please Help I Can’t Stop Playing Cities: Skylines
What makes this borderline indie title so much better than the AAA juggernauts that came before?
PC Hardware is Toast
This is why shopping for graphics cards is so stupid and miserable.
Shouldn’t the title say Movie not move?
PS it’s Friday here? is this comic coming?
You know this had to happen at some point.
*golf clap for moron trying to sneak a suitcase full of snakes past authorities*
We now return you to your regularly scheduled chaos.
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but I thought this was a movie.
I mean, I saw Snakes On a Plane.
and that movie had a plane with snakes on it.
Joke topic I’m assuming.
When my DM was in San Diego recently, he met a Japanese guy at his hostel who showed him the angry snake in his duffle bag. He said that he was going to take it back home with him. When asked how he’d gotten it, he explained that it just came across the path so he grabbed it. Where? At the zoo. Strangely, the airport cops didn’t seem to care when my DM informed them about it on his way out of the country.
Now seems like as good as any a time to tell you my PRE-9/11 airline security story. One vacation in college I was able to fly home (Spokane to Seattle) with a couple friends. At the security checkpoint going, the workers asked if they could re-scan my friend’s purse, but found nothing. We all gave each other puzzled looks but shrugged it off and continued on. At the end of the vacation, we were again going through security with no problems, until a very grim official asked if he could open my backpack. Suddenly I remembered and thought “OH SH**!!!”
That semester I was taking an Independent Study Biology class where I was removing all the soft parts from the skull of a very dead goat. For the purpose, the professor had let me borrow his very long, very bad-ass looking hunting knife which I had stored in my backpack and had completely forgotten about until that moment!! We were running short on time before the flight, so instead of going back to the ticket agent to check the knife, I gave it to my parents and asked them to bring it with them on their next visit (another sign this was pre- 9/11.)
I swear if this had happened a decade later, I would probably be in a detention center in an undisclosed location!!
…that can’t be serious. No-one would be that stupid.
Yep i have to agree
lmao. dunno if it’s real but it’s fun nonetheless.