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THE GAME IS CALLED CONSPIRACY

By VKlaus • Feb 2nd, 2010 • Category: Fiction

Hot: What follows is the account left by the long deceased(?) friend Maxwell Vandimntz you may know him as “MVZTruthseer1974”. Max was checked into a mental institute for his beliefs and persecuted for refusing to lie about the bizarre instance he experienced while investigating the mysterious HAARP system and its effect on weather. For those [...]



Author, Blogger, & Theorist Mac Tonnies Dies

By Giania • Oct 23rd, 2009 • Category: Fnord

Hot: Skimming through my feeds this morning, I was shocked to see this one from John Brownlee (of Ectomo): I’ll miss @MacTonnies. Despite being a UFO kook, he was one of the nicest guys ever, and we emailed several times. http://bit.ly/2cjqST ~ twitter.com/drcrypt UFO Mystic has reported that Mac was found in his apartment, deceased [...]



Portland Travelogue Part 2: Phantasmagorical Food Awesometown & Don’t drink the mouthwash

By Giania • Oct 1st, 2009 • Category: Potent Potables

Hot: So here it is, Thursday morning. I’d like to talk to you for a moment about food, and some crappy absinthe, but first, food. There may have already been some food (and general trip) related photos, so make sure you’re keeping tabs on my flickr, which I didn’t even know that ping.fm posted to [...]



Uncle Walter on the Grass

By AmHm • Aug 3rd, 2009 • Category: Fiction

Hot: My uncle Walter is on the front lawn. I did not say in the front lawn, because that would imply that he is out there doing something – looking for lost keys, maybe, or digging up earthworms for bait. But I said on the front lawn because he’s not doing anything, just lying on [...]



You Are in Athens

By AmHm • Jul 23rd, 2009 • Category: Fiction

In the very early morning in the fall of 1979 a particular beach along the Aegean Sea in Athens is nearly deserted. You have not yet slept, as your crewmates have gotten ahold of your judgment once again, and you have been out all night. But you are alone now, and the soft pink horizon gives context to your solitude. You stroll the shoreline, smoking a cigarette, thinking of home and taking stock of the day ahead of you, when, in an instant, your life changes forever.



Happy New Year from RKNet

By Giania • Jan 1st, 2009 • Category: Recursion

I want to thank everyone for reading, for commenting, for subscribing to the feed, and for generally being awesome. I hope this coming arbitrary Gregorian time period is as fun, as enlightening, as painless, and as unpredictable as possible. [read the rest]



Get Your Shit Together

By AmHm • Dec 10th, 2008 • Category: Guides

Hot: Look, anyone who knows me can attest to the idea that, I’m probably not the most put-together person on the planet. In fact, my inability to get organized, and my all-star procrastinator status really gives me little credibility when it comes to telling you what to do. However, in the past six months, I’ve [...]



Widowmaker — Review on “Punisher: War Zone”

By Sketch E Whiteface • Dec 7th, 2008 • Category: Film

Hot: Good morning, shoppers. As usual December has rolled around which of course gives us the lovely sentimental holiday known as Christmas. And as we all know one of the many traditions that is a part of the spirit of Christmas that isn’t mass consumerism is movies. The kind that are sweet, loving, caring. the [...]



Hopping on the Bandwagon of Democractic Procedure

By Giania • Nov 4th, 2008 • Category: Politics

Hot: This morning I went out and cast my vote for president, as well as some state and local officials. The lines weren’t long, the weather wasn’t bad, and I still had time for coffee. It didn’t hurt, and no one was particularly grouchy. Voting isn’t so bad. If you haven’t voted, you should. If [...]



The Time Has Come, The Walrus Said

By Giania • Nov 2nd, 2008 • Category: Recursion

Hot: Gentle readers, I awoke this morning with renewed vim and vigor, or at the very least, with a bit of a realization. I’ve let you down, gentle readers. Let you flounder in an unending sea of Twitter reposts, in which you silently, patiently await real content from me or one of my contributing writers. [...]