And low, Pirate Dampier nailed his limp lasagna noo­dle to the ship door. On it were scribed his objec­tions to the Accolic CFSM teach­ings. So began the Quibblant Reformation of Pastafarianism. R’amen.

A start to the story of Bob the Betta. Please let me know what feed­back you have! Bob rolled up to the mono­rail sta­tion, pon­der­ing just what it was about Ognohin that made him feel not quite at home. Sure, he was a fish out of water, but being the only rolling fish­bowl on the side­walk wasn’t […]

@ॐ [æt-oːⁿ] What the heck is this all about? It’s a mul­ti­lin­gual, pho­netic pun on my name. Neat, huh? The bit in the brack­ets is the IPA pro­nun­ci­a­tion of the pre­ced­ing char­ac­ters. As a fun exer­cise to the reader, spend some time with Wikipedia and fig­ure out all the char­ac­ters in [æt-oːⁿ]. Enjoy!