08.10.2001

There’s something charming about the place and the laid back sorts who roam its streets. Cake is certainly a product of its town. At Flakmag.com.

SMOKE SIGNALS

03.30.2001

“It’s the oil. It’s not the nicotine, and it sure as hell isn’t the smoke,” he grinned. “The oil builds up in your lungs and THAT’s what causes the cancer.” I loved old people. I loved how they referred to cancer as “the” cancer. At Ironminds.com.

HAND JOBBED

03.08.2001

Sometimes I thought Jim looked like he was no more than an inch away from crying. It was kind of sad. Pitiful sad, not actually sad sad. At Ironminds.com.

DAD? WHAT HAPPENED?

03.01.2001

Dad came in through the front door still wearing his two hundred dollar tweed suit he had been wearing since he saw us off to school the previous day except that he tie was no where to be seen, his shirt was unbuttoned exposing his undershirt, which its self was stained with alcoholic beverages of many kinds. At Ironminds.com

I’M FREQUENTLY MISTAKEN FOR SUPERMAN

02.07.2001

I’ve heard that everyone looks like someone, that everyone has a twin somewhere in the world. I just never thought that mine would be the Boy from Krypton. Originally published at Uber.nu.

‘PHANTOM MENACE’ BORES, ANNOYS

05.12.1999

With stiff, unconvincing performances and a ridiculous sidekick, the long-awaited Star Wars prequel is a good kid picture, but a galaxy far, far away from good. Review by Colin Ferm. At Wirednews.com.

INTRO TO PERL FOR CGI

10.25.1998

It’s like this: Writing’s like having a dead guy named Jerry. If there’s already a Jerry in the graveyard, then you dig up the old Jerry and dump in the new Jerry. Or you can dig a new hole if one doesn’t already exist. Appending is like throwing both Jerrys into the same hole. Nothing’s sacred here, pal. At Webmonkey.com.