Author: Rachel Gray

What do you know about cryptography? Umm… Listen. I’ll help you dig. I just don’t want to have to open the caskets. Read more →

Annie? What do you know about animatronics? Umm… If I understand the concept correctly, it’s what keeps me buying cutting edge, but ultimately useless new tech. Read more →

Oh – he didn’t actually “trip a broad” while he was over there. Don’t get me wrong. He would. He just didn’t have time between shoving heads of state. Read more →

Is that for real? Never really thought ’bout what the origins of the word might be. They did have “hordes.” Yeah. There could be one underneath us right now. Huh. … Do you have – like – any – uh – shovels? Read more →

What’s this “Fifty Shades” flick about? Achromatopsia? What’s this “Fifty Shades” flick about? Welding fume exposure? What’s this “Fifty Shades” flick about? Bolesław Prus? It’ll– –be– –so– –good– –to– –see– –something– –with– –a– –real– –story! I– –just– –know– –it’s– –going– –to– –be– –great! Read more →

What’s with all the sweatpants lately? Henny-Penny – sweetie – you have no idea what I’ve done to myself. There was a jar. There was a pot. There was some hot water. Henny – under these sweatpants is a puffy, throbbing abomination. Okay. No need to brag. Read more →

New pants. Christmas gift? Old pants. My other ones don’t fit anymore. Even though I’ve been using that app. Well, you did eat an entire plate of cookies on Saturday. No. That’s not it. … Google’s products are a sham. Read more →

What’s she going to do now? Bailey? Gap year. I think. Oh. Yeah. I see. A year’s a lot. But then, I once spent a month with Diana in the Autumn Wind on loop. … That was a great month. Read more →

… … … (“Colours of Summer” by storebukkebruse is licensed under CC BY 2.0. Cropped.) Read more →

I don’t care what she says; I’m going to continue saying “yarrr” instead of “arrr.” … Rest in peace, Tasha. Read more →

I like all of them. Even that confusing episode starring Robert Brown. I’m a Roddenberry fan, I guess. Mmm. Fred too. Or, at least, I’m guessing from those tight pants he’s been wearing. Read more →

… … … Where is everybody and why am I dressed like this? … … LAZY — FUCKING — CARTOONISTS YOU WILL KNOW ME BY THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR Read more →

I hear Gene Shoemaker spent a lot of time dealing with depression before he died. My god. That’s terrible. Just a joke. Yeah. I know. Read more →

Sometimes I tell people I have IBS. For no good reason really. You kind of sort of do. Read more →

I’ll still go, but I don’t see how a noise rock band is going to contend with a bunch of burly dudes with bats. Read more →

What you do tonight? While you were out? Read everything Amber Phillips wrote in the last week. Woah. I bought a pretty sophisticated multi-tool in, like, 2005. A green Leatherman. Technology sure has come a long way. Read more →

The man was a legend. He’s, essentially, responsible for the emergence of that distinct Belgium flavor in America. Huh. I thought that was Diane Von Furstenberg. Read more →

I heard you saw Blue Man Group. Yeah. Didn’t much care for the whole thing. Still… it’s certainly a novel way to increase awareness of argyria. Read more →

I gather, from the lyrics, that the man is having a stroke. Still, he just keeps singing. It’s really quite something. Read more →

What’d you get? Knitwear. Lots of knitwear. I see. You know, there are shampoos for that. Read more →

So… knitting… Yeah. Right now I’m working on an infinity scarf. Ah. … I imagine you’ll need a lot of yarn for that. Read more →