Man, the holidays really suck for Jux’ing, don’t they?
I suddenly got the weird urge to own a nice writing desk.
I think it’ll pass. I’m not that pretenious yet, that I need to own a giant shrine to myself.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Juxness should return relatively soon.
Thanks to Travis finding a dearth of material, Detritus is now ahead of schedule. Sorting through his stuff to see what needs to be edited (and THEN used), and editing my stuff, is all that really remains other than writing introductions.
Plus, a back cover and spine.
We might just do this thing before Christmas. Oh yes, we just might.
There’s a new feature up. It’s not much of one, and for that I’m sorry, but it’s goign to have to do for now. Until someone invents the 28-hour day.
…that would be totally hat, you know.
A photo essay.
….*shuffles feet.*
I do believe in miracles… understanding women is one of them.
Hello. I am writing a story called Six by Six instead of writing a feature tonight. Instead, I will probably write a feature tomorrow morning. And you will be happy, and not bother me about this, unless I hurt you. Then you can bother me. But, first, you have to tell me the names of every person who died in the Boer War. In alphanumerical order by severity of wound.
Why am I awake? WHY CAN’T I SLEEP! Somebody help me.