Green and Purple Tentacles

by kartooner on October 18, 2004

The year was 1993. My brother and I were brows­ing the soft­ware sec­tion at Com­pUSA, thumb­ing through var­i­ous CD’s, see­ing if any of them caught our eye. Off in the cor­ner of the store I can remem­ber a kid play­ing Prince of Persia (…)

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Last Resort

by kartooner on October 15, 2004

As I coasted off the high­way (as they call it here in the East) and came to a halt at the light, there was a hitch­hiker hold­ing a card­board sign with his dog chained to a sign­post. The man, who looked to be in his mid-30s looked worn out and tired, his expres­sion reminded me of a pro­pa­ganda poster for hunger deprevation.

My Brother

by kartooner on October 12, 2004

Look­ing back before I can remem­ber when, the thought of a guardian pro­tect­ing me has always sur­faced in my mind. Whether it was from the forces of evil, or from the mon­sters in my closet, I have always seemed to need some protection (…)

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Flaky Hacker

by kartooner on October 12, 2004

To the per­son that feels it’s funny to con­stantly reset my admin­is­tra­tive pass­word, you are being watched. Hon­estly, I really don’t see the humor behind it and if you’re try­ing to log into my account, good luck, con­sid­er­ing the pass­word that (…)

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