A friend of mine just had some open heart surgery (isn’t modern medicine amazing!?) and is recovering nicely. His wife is a great and brilliant artist with a fantastic memory, and she recalled a discussion we’d once had about Fentanyl…
When I close my eyes I usually see a brief, fading afterimage of whatever I was looking at, then blobby darkness. If I’m engaging in default behavior, I guess my eyes have rolled up and I’m looking at the inside of the back of my forehead.
Warning: Discussion of Butts, particularly squeezing thereof.
I’m going to vent for just a second.
Why do steel sparks do this thing: they fly straight and seem to explode at the end of their trajectory. [Read more…]
This hit my inbox a few days ago. It’s some kind of masterpiece.
I find stuff on the dark underbelly of the internets, where I sometimes labor to clean the tubes.