St. Barbara-Glass.
Monks on Segways, with fire on the top of their heads, playing “Lightning” by Philip Glass. Good night, everybody. We’ll start storyboarding the next chapter of the internet tomorrow because this one just ended.
A weblog by Hao Lian.
A journey into the soft of night.
A terrible secret guarded by golems.
Monks on Segways, with fire on the top of their heads, playing “Lightning” by Philip Glass. Good night, everybody. We’ll start storyboarding the next chapter of the internet tomorrow because this one just ended.
The wizard sat back in his chair, reclined, and squinted at me. We stared at each other for what seemed like eternity.
“Hullo!” he shouted at me. I started.
“I seemed to have misplaced my glasses,” he murmured. He turned me into a pair and called me ugly. I knew Hogwarts wasn’t real.
Relative links should now work in the Atom feed. Bug report comes via Prashanth, who reads Digg so what does that say about him?