What's this? What's happening? What's going on?
There's this increasing sense that life is in a real rush to get things over and done with, as if my life is an independent entity I have zero control over. Time is a monster in a relentless pursuit of my energy and my very essence. Time is the Skeksis and I'm a Gelfling. In... Continue Reading →
The Urban Dictionary defines locker room talk as "Any manner of conversation that polite society dictates be held privately - with small groups of like-minded, similarly gendered peers - due to its sexually charged language, situations or innuendos." These days I've personally occasionally had the feeling that any talk about the possible outbreak of a... Continue Reading →
I found the NX-Nardcotix David mesh body lying around in his underpants humming Bruno Mars' Lazy Song and I realised that it was time to do some sort of styling exercise with him again. I had to nip that behaviour in the bud. It starts out as a seemingly harmless lazy bum day, but before... Continue Reading →
Billy Beaverhausen 