Frontino has two rules: never take a job from a Time Warden and never help someone commit time suicide.

Certainly, every action of the Poison Pie Publishing House in the PBR casts a shadow in the meta-realm.

The purpose of An International Journal of Exploratory Meta-Living is to provide a resource for the dissemination of creative works relevant to the subject of meta-living.

The Implacable Absence is a Non-Idiomatic Improvisational Duet, in which a mushroom man, a talking bug and a doppelgänger traverse Faerie, Nirvana, the World of the Dead and other planes of existence in search of the Deadly Galerina, a reclusive deity from the Kingdom of Fungi.

They’re interesting segments that highlight Echidna culture’s long history of violence and the authoritative, patriarchal politics that often leads to its own misery, a history that extends far into the Sonic lore.

“I don’t trust her; I’m not giving her an interview,” she told Jezebel, adding, “I might have… Updogged her.”

And who is to say that intelligence is any better than shmintelligence?

“I began to feel diminished,” Bly writes, “by my lack of embodiment of the fruitful male – or the moist male.”

One of the fringe benefits that came of being in the torus was that you could drink normally instead of sucking everything through tubes.

That post reminded me of this (Susan Faludi describing Robert Bly):

What evidence does he have that all this is happening, or that feminism is actually turning men “soft”? The venerable poet flies into a sudden rage. “I don’t need evidence. I have brains, that’s how I know. I use my brains.” He refuses to answer any more questions and swivels his chair until he’s facing the side wall.