The Ink-Stained Wretch

Taking the Piss

My pal Peter Knight has been the impetus and driving force behind many the blog post on this site. And although we have never managed to actually play in a band together, we have spent much time agonizing over the name of that band, were it to actually exist.

Next week (April 9), Peter's new show debuts on Comedy Central. It's called "Krod Mandoon and the Flaming Sword of Fire". I've read the pilot script and it brings the funny. I haven't seen the finished product yet, but based on the clips on the Interweb, it looks like it will rain down a torrent of hilarity on all who are caught in its wake.

I'm a little worried that fantasy fans (not known for their sense of humor) might take offense at seeing every single cliche of the genre roasted, but fear not, Furry-toed Member of the Society for Creative Anachronism (I'm looking at you, Jonah), Peter Knight does not hate you. He wants to you laugh. He wants you to laugh so hard that you forget to talk in that fake English accent of yours. He wants you to kneel down before the altar of self-abasement and see that your life has been devoid of irony, and that irony is the secret to having actual sex. (Peter is a very good-looking guy, so I think he probably knows a thing or two about this subject. Although he is also discreet, and the kind of good looking guy that us trolls would drink a beer with--kind of like George Clooney without the head tilt.)

So, in conclusion, I encourage all of Nerd-kind to check out Krod Mandoon. It will make you laugh. It will change your life. It will get you laid.

Movember

One Nation Under Dog

Three days into Project Olive and things are settling into that paranoia mode--don't want to leave her alone for fear of what she'll do to our stuff. She likes to chew, but is otherwise a very happy, social, trainable thing and we're really very happy. Not sure where we're going to keep a 60lb dog once she's full-grown, so some kind of time/space continuum hack will be necessary, but that's for another day. We've seen very little of the cats--they are keeping to Emma's room, mainly, and move about the periphery of Olive's world. I imaging there will come the big kerfluffle and then they will reach stasis, but for now we're leaving it on the cats' terms--they were here first.

It's been interesting to see everybody expand the notion of what our family unit is and welcome her into our fold. Grandma, who thought getting a dog was not a good idea given our level of busy-ness, seems to have taken to her, so that's a good thing.