This is what happens when you write on the bus

Best typo I’ve found in Googol so far: “There was only one thing Clarke knew for certain at that particular point in time—Google had ruined his privates.”

There’s also a whole paragraph on the main character scratching his butt that I swear to God I don’t remember writing.

I’d like to do something with this story; now that I’m rereading it I think it may be of actual interest to some people out there. I know I couldn’t ever get it published (first, because I suck, and second, because Google would sue my ass in a nanosecond), but maybe I might post it in installments here on the good ol’ blog.
What do you think?

Also, fake Christmas ruled. I got cooking supplies.

Today’s song: L’s Theme Part B by Yoshihisa Hirano and Hideki Taniuchi

What sayest thou? Speak!

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