Category Archives: balls out retarded

Do you know when you fart…

it’s like a rain forest in your butt.

I dreamed I was in Texas

Where they make all of the concrete highway pieces for the United States. I was on a tower a mile high over the ocean with two twin brother concrete craftsman, played by this guy:

The Unfortunate Byline Award

Yes, I’ve returned from a long hiatus with this. I may not have time to write, but my acumen can be communicated through the most puerile screen captures.

Things are starting to get good

Shibatabread is cranking out the batsu subs. Here is part 10. And if someone knows the link to the RSS feed for my blog let me know, ’cause I can’t find it.

I don’t watch the Superbowl.

And when watching the commercials is more interesting than the event itself… photo is going to win a Pulitzer.

Wut? A knife and Batsu Games.

My friend says I like books and movies that aren’t about anything, or so open to interpretation they might as well be about nothing. I added a link to another blog I follow: blind dragonfly. The author is an Australian playwrite and general nut who’s got this running collection called The North Belconnen Knife Fighting Pits

The none of you that cares

Shibatabread has uploaded the first of his english subs of the 2009/2010 hotel themed batsu game.

Sung to the Tune of Jingle Bells

Dashing through the streets Staining snow bright red Out to get revenge Won’t stop till they’re dead They hanged my dad you know Don’t say I’m acting rash When I stalk conspirators And then their throats I slash Oh Run Jump Run Stab Stab Stab Assassin’s Creed is Fun! Run Jump Run Stab Stab Stab

Christmas Wish List

The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society Font Pack! I was once sufficiently geeked out on fonts to have created my own complete postscript alphabet “toothpick”, traced in Adobe Illustrator from scans of broken toothpicks. This font is lost to hardware failures and hardware obsolescence. Any hope of its resuscitation was abandoned several years ago when I

Ghosts of Crushes Past

Fact: The scene in Pump Up the Volume where Samantha Mathis takes her shirt off is the most erotic thing ever captured on film.