Join BSG Music computer Bear McCreary on this backstage tour of the Galactica where no one knows who the frak he is. James Callis introduces us to the "Balter is the mutherfucking shit!!!" song and Edward James Olmos does some bear impressions. Rawr! Bonus: a special feature on The Ack Attack and her Lost Recaps!

How to describe this epic masterpiece? I've spent the last month compiling a hillarious collage of President Obama and Admiral Adama comparisons. Over eighteen seperate mini-joke/comic/things all rolled into one sprawling bizarre competition that ends with the two degenerating into insults. And it'll take you less than a minute to read. *worth it*

An inappropriate commercial that achieves a zen like transcendance into a piece of art all its own.

Perhaps its just me, but it seems like its all the rage this century to start your own religion. The badly drawn artwork is enough of a draw to ensure you'll want to click the link. But wait until you hear the benefits that await you! Act now! Supplies are limited!

We got a tiny black cockappoo puppy, he has destroyed ar carpet and tested us to our breaking point. Get rid of the dog... or learn to live with him and discover what he has to offer in return

One of the most liberating things I did was not define too closely what Projects was about. I came to view it as, literally, any of the Projects I was working on. Although my focus was always clearly on creative writing, let's start Part One with some of the most eclectic pieces.

An actual quote from my local paper:

I'm sure the URL will get taken down once someone figures out what time it is, so click while the clickin's good
Yah... they took it down. Fuckers. But we'll always have the image. Goddamn jackasses are prolly afraid of law suits or some suck malarkey, If [...]

It’s 4.30a Monday; I haven’t slept since Saturday and buses don’t run for another hour. I’m pretty certain I wrote it coming down from a magic mushroom trip. A weird meandering tale taking inspiration from an old-school text-based adventure. It switches styles at least three times and is delightfully random.

From March 2000 to October 2000, I gave up on computers and became a big-rig truck driver. I had my share of headaches but also my share of fun. Highlights included sneaking off to Las Vegas for a weekend, hanging out at the Mall Of America and seeing Nine Inch Nails on tour. Sometimes funny, sometimes just what happened and sometimes a result of me staring at the road for hours on end. These are my trucking stories.

I was rooting through my harddrive and ran across this one. A practical joke I pulled on a friend about a year ago wherein they contact him regarding flying cars.

Liam's recent graduation from University has landed him a job with the mysterious InterTron. What mysterious plots might they be hatching? And will Liam ever overcome his fear of submarines? Not a sequel to the first. More like another installment in a series of dumb stories

I mean, seriously, stop sucking so bad you stupid god-less fucking losers.

"Do all retarded people wear sweat pants?" and other questions finally answered. Very offensive.

An angry letter I wrote regarding one of the more offensive rants I've ever encountered... sort of.

Have you ever been sexually attracted to an animal? Was this animal a caribou? (it's not quite as bad as it sounds)