Infocorn

WE ENTER A TIME OF CALAMITY! BLOOD ON THE TARMAC. FINGERS IN THE JUICER. TOWERS OF AIR FROZEN IN THE LUNAR WASTES. MODELS DEAD ON THE RUNWAYS WITH THEIR LEGS FACING BACKWARDS. CHILDREN WITH SMILES THAN CAN'T BE UNDONE. THE CHICKEN SHALL ROT IN THE AISLES! SEE THE TOWERS FALL.

"I hate these things" has become so passe. I hate them so much I'll fill it out just to be...obtuse.

I'm nearly 30.

I'm married to the love of my life, the effervescent and breathtaking Lady Infocorn. We welcomed Sean I, Prince Regeant and Protector of the Realm or something to our home in November 2008. As I write this, he is picking his head up like a big boy and gooing like crazy.

I have the most crack-addled brain a non-drug user can manage. Monday might see me researching quasars and pulsars, Tuesday the uses for expired 35 mm film, Wednesday writing stories set in post-apolocyptic pastoral fields, Thursday painting models for table-top gaming, Friday writing the rules and cards for any number of games, Saturday dreaming of acrade games that cannot be, and Sunday reading the announcments, prayer list, and scriptures at my church.

Thanks to former alleged LJ user PunkyDolly for pointing me to zongobongo's home!






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