More Than a Mastermind

Wow, I actually wrote a short story that isn't a Chronicle of Plerp! I feel so proud of myself. To make a long story short, Sylvestrus is currently on the time out chair. (I kid you not, I had to read that sentence three times to realize I'd accidentally made the world's stupidest pun.) Anyway, [...]

How to be a Dysfunctional Game Player: A Tutorial on Poking Fun at Things

One night last week, we lost power during a storm. ... Nope, Anna would classify that as a boring start. I'll try again. During a single period between sunset and sunrise, those of my kindred blood and I lost all electric capabilities during a vociferation of nature. Yeah. I think I'm gonna go with, "It [...]

Wisdom from the Utterly Stupid: Pirates of the Caribbean

Yes, I am completely behind the times. Though that really shouldn't come as a great shock to anyone. *ahem* Guys, we did it. My family finally watched something that is kind of a classic. Last month, actually, so that's something to be proud of, despite the fact that I'm relaying old news. And, during a [...]

Chronicles of Plerp: The Purple Cows of Shazaar—Part 2

TA-DAAA. I want to mention that originally, Dwings the Dragon wasn't going to make an appearance in this story, but my friend liked him so much that I decided to rework some things (basically, the entire story) to include him. You're welcome. Now, without further ado... Part 2! *cheesy grin* I awoke early the next [...]

Sapless Sixteen

The doctor was having a bad day, the day I was born. All he was trying to do was have an intelligent conversation with one of his nurses, and some random guy insisted on interrupting him every five minutes to whine about some lady who was in labor. For pity sake, who did the guy [...]

Beyond the Hill

Hello, my people. Today I bring you another philosophical pondering which is both deep and dangerous. You've been warned. See, in my aunt's cow pasture, there's this decently large hill that's full of ticks and weeds and other such nastiness. When I was little, I would look up toward the top, and wonder what was [...]