killin' time in aisle nine
the original bad
boy
training
day
hal
9000's name was oh so prescient
going once, going twice, gone to the highest
nielsen rating
one from the why
wasn't my wordcount higher? vault
and the
deadline followup, minutes after the credits rolled
more fun with americanpiecrobat
who is erin
podolski?
may the way of the hero lead to the
triforce
3, 2, 1.. it's on!
next on the list: army
fat camp
whatever you say, whatever you do, i will be write
here waiting for you
incoherent and flowless, much like the
show itself
guess what? it's
gonna be me!
he's no bob probert, but
he's close.
jim, this man is dead.
i've never actually seen this show.
are we not men? we are tivo!
return
of the dead-eye.*
look, ma, i rocked the
vote
where did i put my manwich
coupon?
these people appropriated my
work and didn't pay me. hmm.
mmm. naked
chicks.
it's not every day you get to talk to one of the
greats.
i'm the king of the flop.
flaccid or just plain rancid?
my favorite flintstones character is bamm
bamm.
and to think i used to like clarissa.
fuck you, pay
me.
did somebody say tapioca?
i don't even have to ask. stanley,
get your butt up here.
no, mr.
bond, i expect you to die.
i'm going to redesign this sometime soon, but i needed something quick
and painless.
* - this piece use to reside at roughcut. aol+time warner==roughcut
go byebye. now it is archived here for posterior-ity.
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