Dread Poets Sobriety

  • Cloudy with a Chance of Defeat Squalls

    With the passing of another auspicious celebration of a relatively successful genocide, I’m left puzzling over what is likely the true crux of Thanksgiving… does anyone actually LIKE turkey? Truthfully it seems merely the natural byproduct of the manufacturing process for stuffing and gravy. Not so dissimilar to the resultant sludge from a nuclear generator. Continue reading

  • Casually Unique Thots

    Good evening once again dear digital denizens. It is I, your least favorite purveyor of pseudo-melancholy and general belligerence. Plus the occasional cute dog photo or something else wholesome. You know, for the kids… If any children are reading this, I apologize, your parental oversight is distinctly lacking. My suggestion would be start setting fires, Continue reading

  • Fright Blight

    Epic fall day out here this morning. Perfect temperature, leaves are doing that thing, squirrels are getting frisky with their nuts, wind is “wind-ing”… what more can a rascal of ill-repute aspire to on some random Monday? I’m still slightly nursing a days-long headache here as my brain continues to mirror the temperature and its Continue reading