Although this youngster isn't the one that inspired me personally, they do have one thing in common: Their parents resent them for being born male.
Today's update was actually inspired by my friend's 11-year-old brother, a bright young man with a wonderfully dark sense of humor, a tendency to behave antisocially, and what I'm almost certain is the worst case of ADHD ever to bedevil the field of child psychiatry. Anyway, after stealing his idea about magic bums and turning it into a tiny little short story with a lot of heart and a real humdinger of an ending, a vacancy opened on the front page. I submitted it, along with some other stuff, and Zack took a shining to it, and asked if I could rewrite it so that it was long enough to go on the front page. I initially told him to get the fuck out of my face with that shit, but he promised to give me some food stamps and pay off all my DUIs so here I am.
All joshin' aside, it really is hugely flattering to be asked to write for a site like Something Awful. I've been reading it every day for the last 4 years or so, and it never gets old to me. In addition to enjoying SA just for being funny, I respect it for its integrity. Lowtax refuses to insult his readers by covering the site with noisy flash ads and annoying popunders. Additionally, he refuses to employ women in all but the most menial of capacities, and I think we can all take a lesson from that. I'm gonna cut this Daily Dirt a little short today because a) I have nothing interesting to say and b) my attempt to cure this hangover by waking up early, physically exerting myself, and eating an ungodly amount of cheap seafood hasn't been very encouraging, and it's probably better if I just call it a day, but before I go...
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Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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