When I started SB nearly a year ago the intent was to supplement what I wrote at Cracked. Unfortunately, as of today said contributions at Cracked comprise entirely of a single Photoplasty entry. I haven’t even sent them a proposal in months. It’s very much a lack of desire on my part, and also because I think they’ve slipped a bit recently. Don’t get me wrong, they still produce great stuff from time to time. I’m just not “feeling” them as much anymore.
Too many movie and video game articles I frankly don’t give a rat’s ass about.
Image credit: Valve Corporation
That said, there’s plenty of other good stuff out there. That’s a good thing, given what kind of a slacker I am.
Nah. The government shutdown isn’t THAT bad. Nevertheless, I’m in no condition for 800-1,000 words of historically-themed snark tonight. John Boehner may not need no stinkin’ health care, but I certainly do.
To wit, this bottle of store brand cold medicine will soon be history.
That’s right, children’s cold and cough. I have an eight-year-old daughter, and she’ll tell you I’m a big kid anyway. The active ingredients are the same, so what the hell, right?
So I’m being a big, sniffling wuss and bagging out on History Wednesday this time around. Sorry ’bout that. Larry over at History’s Dumpster always posts good stuff. Go check him out. Assuming the pathogens don’t completely take over around here, I’ll be back with a proper History Wednesday post next week.
I must have slept on my side weird last night, as I’m now in almost incapacitating pain. I fear if a sneeze catches me off guard, I’ll spew my visceral contents all over the 1976 World Book Encyclopedia set immediately to my left.
Cleaning supplies on hand are woefully inadequate for such a scenario.
I suppose this means I’d better finish this week’s FCR before I turn the Command Center into even more of a biohazard than it already is.