In the metal underground, he was known as the drummer Jason Gortician. In the goofy world of nerd rap, he was High-C, an influential figure and star of the documentary "Nerdcore for Life". He's also an established inventor and designer of future technology, as evidenced by the 1998 academic paper "Toward Ultimate Reality".
Now he turns his experiences into underground novels full of lurid sex, drugs, and murder. And somehow, comedy.
The original World's Smallest Political Quiz was designed by David Nolan. It consist of ten short questions, which you can answer 'Agree', 'Maybe', or 'Disagree'.
An example would be, "Government should not censor speech, press, media, or internet."
The resultant score correlates to a compass, denoting Left, Right, Authoritarian, or Libertarian. Anyway, a complaint I've heard lodged by a few leftists was that it was "too slanted". By that, of course, t
When last you weren't reading Part 1 of this article, I was going on about programmers as musicians, and attempting to write clever analogies. I make no pretense of doing that again.
Rock Star Status: Captain Beefheart
No, he isn't. He's Jimi Hendrix. I don't know enough about Captain Beefheart, anyway. But Jeffy is like, wow. He paints in big, bright, bold lo-res graphics, EXACTLY like if Hendrix was writing a song using an 8-Bit device. About L
Why am I dumping all these branded memes to my normally writing-oriented blog? Because they weren't getting out into the wild by Facebook. And I've have to be writing or typing, otherwise. But I'm doing them en masse, now, at least.
'Reduction of Forces' chapters 3-20 coming up soon...
Body Image, Inspirational, Butt
Linked In Manson Charlie's Angels
Chomsky Chin Pier
Chapter 11 – Dosed“Doug,” I started to say. I felt I had to say something. Goodbye, perhaps. But he cut me off.“Just do your job, boy. That's the best any of us can do. Do what is expected of us.”I composed myself and nodded, then switched on the fan we had rigged in the window. I looked him in the eyes, and gave him a dose of the gas. It was perhaps a little bit more than rabbits had gotten, but this was pretty crucial. His face contorted and changed at an alarming rate. He didn't transform,
Chapter 10 – Gamble This time, we brought two suits to the valve station. Doug and I removed the insulation carefully, so as to not damage it, while Shannon and Tommy sat in the boat and pretended to fish. What they were really doing, of course, was keeping watch. Once we had the new valve on and re-covered, he filled the blaster with gas again. I thought it was a stupid idea, myself. I didn't want to try it on anyone I knew. Doug's argument was logically sound, however. We needed to know the
Chapter 9 – Hope It was the smell of frying bacon that woke me up. That, and Shannon and Tommy's loud mouths. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” Tommy said. “Get up. We got work to do.” I felt worlds better, if a little disoriented. In fact, my first thoughts were that I had a terrible dream. That lasted oh, less than a minute. “Come see,” Doug said. Out back, flies buzzed on the rabbit corpses. What was left of them, anyway. The infected ones were bloated, sluggish, and swamped in gore. To my dismay, Doug
Chapter 8 – Confirmation At the shack, Doug went in and got a notebook and pen. “Here,” he said. “You're the official record keeper.” “I thought this wasn't going to be published?” “This is just for us.” We walked around back, and there were twelve rabbit cages, each with one or two gigantic bunnies in them. “They're huge,” I said. “Why play around? I can eat for nearly a week on one rabbit.” We separated a few cages, and I took notes. Doug spoke as he worked. “Cage one. Single rabbit. Male. Cag