I’m just going to leave this here… http://www.sanemagazine.com
For those of you desperate folks still clinging, hanging on to the hope that Sane Magazine will return to its formerly triumphant glory, well, this isn’t that return. I won’t rule it out, but this is still Sane Magazine Dot NET, not it’s old self of .com, which is now owned by some Japanese company […]
You could feel the creak of dozens, perhaps only single digits, of RSS readers, some neglected and in the cloud, with agonizing movements begin to judder into life at what had been a long dead feed. Is this the return of Sane Magazine?
It was the best of times, it was a great time for a bargain. Which was the nearest to hell he could imagine being, since he hated shopping, and getting a bargain generally involved shopping. If not, how did one get a bargain, anyway? If there was an answer, an honest to goodness answer, he […]
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“Mommy! Daddy! I caught a fish!” The fish in question, well, it was a fish. It was just… dead. Making an educated guess that the fish didn’t die in transit from the water to the edge of the blanket, both I and my wife congratulated our son, took the fish gratefully (and with delicate fingers), […]
[The scene is pure darkness. Not a thing to be seen. This is because you are listening to an audio recording some years in the future, a future which you cannot imagine, and perhaps you like listening to audio recordings in the future with your eyes closed, anyway, so you cannot see the hovercars zooming […]
He nearly spilled it, walking in the door. I could see him futzing around with something in the kitchen through my office door. I was meant to be working on… something. Some thing or other for a client, and I couldn’t, for the life of me, wrestle that gigantic thing into a more manageable one […]
The future president comes to visit.
The great, big burning question is: Are we responsible for the economic meltdown? Wait, wait, don’t call it an economic meltdown, call it… a slow down.