I guess you didn’t believe me the first time. But, believe this, the next time you feel a chill in the air, that’s not weather patterns and shit, that’s Christopher Fittz ready to STRIKE.

The April NFL Draft is coming up and one hot button issue here in the Bay Area is which quarterback will the Niners select only to have him fail at that position and become a fourth string wide receiver…

So, last summer, I found a program that let me play various NES games in my Firefox browser window, needless to say, I started playing a lot of Tecmo Bowl.

Imagine if we were German. That would be crazy. What with the sausages and beer and stuff. I don’t know much about Germans.

Grandpa Buck Anteres: oh CHRIST
Chris Farmer-Lies:

Just to get this out of the way so that no further questions are needed as I begin my foray into posting full time on this site, the following have fallen to my gaze:

If Morrissey sang every awful pink-haired asshole’s attempt to pick up an attractive lady at a bus stop, I think we’d see an upswing in immolation.

Okay, Metallica, Activision, what the hell? Are we to assume now that the Guitar Hero: Metallica demographic is entirely made up of senile old men that refuse to wear pants and throw things? Apparently.

Remember when the Internet was new and exciting and full of 28K unfriendly pornography? Well, we suffered for nothing.

Today, as I flew the unfriendly skies over Crimea and the Pacific, I endeavored to capture one striking shot — in full 32 bit color — that might represent the triumph or ignominy of each aerial clash.