As of today, the day of my 35th birthday, I am officially a freelance writer.
Meaning I got paid, yo.
And I plan to get more paid in the future.
Many, many thanks to Bilge Ebiri for this opportunity. Read ScreenGrab everyday, folks!
You can see pictures of little Laura Mae and her tired, tired parents over at The Laura M. Beeson of Western Civilization, which will continue until Laura is old enough to download it straight into her brain and be embarrassed by it.
After days and days of waiting and frustration, of seeing the progress towards a joyous day increase so incrementally that it seemed like it would never come -- it's happened. It's here.
I finally got all 6.4GB of the Dragon Magazine Archive off the torrents.
Oh, and my wife had a baby:
See y'all in 24 to 48 hours.
Martin let me know that the Buzzcocks can be heard in a commercial for the AARP, which is weird enough, but I just heard Blister in the motherfucking Sun in the background of a Wendy's commercial. Because when I think about teenage sexual frustration, I think "square hamburgers".