"Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them."
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- Yowling Cats and CELL
- Storm Stories
- Prepare Yourselves
- MP Smackdown
- WB and UPN give birth to CW
- I need a Cigarette
- Tonto
- Weekends Where His
- Sanitize Before You Send
- Down from the mountain
- J.T. LeRoy's Life Hustle
- Edgar Allan Poe 1809 – 1849
- Jing Jing Sees you
- Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip
- For good, bad, or ugly
- Again...Again...Again
- Life is Good
- Chili Cook-Off
- Intelligently Designed T-Shirts
- Sex on page 63
- Quotes of Writers
- Pinging the Moon
- Page 37
- On NOTICE!
- Union Jack's 4th Annual Chili Cook-Off
- Karaoke Night
- 8 Fingernails
- Mucking It Up
- The Sky is Falling
- Geek Porn Friday
- Strunk and White
- Time Slowed Down...
- RIP Vincent Schiavelli, 1948-2005
- 01001001
- Dangerous Ideas for 2006
- My Nephew Finds You Useless
- Solidifying Brain Gas
- Union Jacks 2006
- 2005 Area Graph
- The Year of Not Sucking
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3 comments:
The man looks as if he needs a nice glass of scotch and a 12 hour nap.
He prefered Cognac, but I know what you mean. As to the nap, I think he's having a nice one now. As to the cognac:
http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/01/19/poe.mystery.ap/index.html
Amen, Edgar. Amen.
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