There are big parts of trees falling all over the place and they have taught me the feeling of danger. There's nothing like waking up to half of a broken tree leaning on powerlines right above your driveway to make you feel like a little old lady.
Hey, if you've ever sent me links for Weekend Web, thank you. I don't want to know how you guys find some of these weird-ass places, but I appreciate it. Without all your help I would have faked my own death sometime around week 2.
Livestock dressed like a baby wearing a sash on New Year's Eve and still hasn't changed back into his regular clothes.
2006 January 3
Hoganrise Over Mount Rushmore
Explanation: Beats the hell out of me.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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