My word! I’ve just realized! All the suits of armor in museums and display cases all over the world are potential hiding places for humanoid alien beings to stand in and just totally spy on people who look at suits of armor. I’d suggest that we put all suits of armor under some manner X-ray or CAT scans so we would always be sure, but that would be ridiculous. Aliens would know some way to avoid being seen on those.

There are words like Color which I don’t spell with a “u” and there are words like Harbour, which I do spell with a “u” and the distinction between them is purely what I think looks better. Armor/Armour is a word which I’ve just never been able to make up my mind about, but now I think I am going to put my vote in the No U camp. Now you can all stop worrying about my thoughts on this manner.

Haiku!

Dogs and frogs are here
telling us why we should go
to the moon again.

So. What’s new with me, you ask? Well, I seem to have been hired as a writer for the Official Handbooks of the Marvel Universe. My work won’t show up until 2011, but when it is solicited I will show a link or whatever. This can be expected to slow down my already very slow attempts at writing for the site here, but in fact I am trying to not let this happen. Starting some time later this month or in November I will be making more attempts to Regular Updates to my webcomic section and hopefully occasional new prose stories as well. So that’s something.

In the meantime, I will put up one of my insanest old prose stories.

So, I saw this one commercial that has the line “university is just like the *whatever the product is exactly*, lots of fun with no commitment.”

If that is the default description of university in this day and age, I think I know why everybody is so stupid.

Okay, so I was just clearing the spam away from my site here and I noticed two comments in a row with the same name. I hesitated just for a second because I thought it might be a real person, but it was just more of the same “I love your site” comments with a link to some spam site about new gadgets or penis growth stuff. I deleted them.

The name was Matthew C. Kriner. Usually the posts have just random gibberish for a name, so a repeating name was interesting enough for me to Google it. There are hundreds of pages where similar comments have been made on other blogs and stuff using the same name. Why would the spammers reuse this name?

I suppose it is possible that there are many reused Spam Names and I have just never noticed, but I am going to start paying more attention, just in case there is some sort of story here.

Maybe Matthew C. Kriner is the king of Spam or something…

Google tells me that the phrase “I forgot to go to Ecum Secum” did not appear on the Internet yet. Well it does now. And it is half accurate to me. I’ve never been to Ecum Secum, but I’ve never had a reason to go so I can’t really claim to have forgotten to go.

Say… Perhaps the phrase does not appear online because if someone does have a reason to go to Ecum Secum they are physically incapable of forgetting to go. Maybe this is some kind of oddity in the human mind that nobody has been brave and handsome enough to discover until I came along. In the future this knowledge could result in some sort of treatment for amnesia patients probably. Once we’ve realized why it is impossible to forget to go to Ecum Secum we’ll probably know much more about how to recover other memories. Right?

Sorry. I just like saying Ecum Secum sometimes…