A weblog by Hao Lian.
A journey into the soft of night.
A terrible secret guarded by golems.
This is enjoyable. Perhaps you should consider starting a tumblelog and creating more of these, culminating in a shirtless internet battle of fury between you and the Garfield - Garfield creator.
Ha, everyone knows tumblelogging is a fad.
P.S. Hey Hao, check out the tumblr theme I’m working on.
Perhaps you should consider starting a tumblelog and creating more of these, culminating in a shirtless internet battle of fury between you and the Garfield - Garfield creator.
I think the Garfield without Garfield guy has an encyclopedic knowledge of Garfield. He’s pulls strips from the early 1990s on a frequent basis. He’d trounce me pretty quickly. Unless I whipped out my l337 knowledge about women.
Hey Hao, check out the tumblr theme I’m working on.
It needs pictures of men fighting men fighting dragons fighting global warming fighting Al Gore fighting Abraham Lincoln fighting Jesus fighting solar wind fighting the Big Contraction. If you want to see this IRL, which is Internet slang for “for realsies,” I’ll send you a picture of my underwear.
Holy schnikes! The Washington Post picked up on the G-G character, and Jim Davis admits that it’s funny.
Oh, fame.
It picks up that stooge and not me? Washington Post: What happened, baby? We were getting along so good. Remember, remember on Monday when we went to the mall? And you bought that T-shirt? I said it was green and clean, and you laughed, baby. What, you got some other headline writer making you laugh now? “Away” and “display,” that’s pretty clever. But, Washie, I could’ve thought of that … if you had given me the chance. You were my muse, baby. I need you. I was made to love you.
