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Author: NiteMayr

Before:

Kevin was born on the mossy hills of Scotland and lived for a while in West Lothian before the mores of pre-Thatcher and REALLY pre-Oasis Great Britain sent his family across the ocean to North America. They moved here and there and Kevin did the same when he was old enough. Now he lives in London with his family and a Dog.

Kevin Wardrop is an amateur writer, amateur photographer and professional pain in the ass. He has worked in the PC support business for most of his adult life and has been accustomed to simply answering technical questions as a matter of fiat, it was his career choice after all. Now he herds cats and puppies for a living as well as babysitting the web enterprises at the heart of western industry.

On the occasion that an artist dies

Vindaloo’s Co-worker: “You are crying!”
Vindaloo: “Frank Franzetta just died, he drew lots of Conan.”
Vindaloo’s Co-worker: “So, why are you crying?”
Vindaloo: “Conan is Cimmerian, he cannot cry. I cry for him.”

Henry, age 6

Kelly: What is on your shoulder?
Henry: Oh, I didn’t rub the cream in enough.
Kelly: What cream?
Henry: This stuff.
Kelly: That’s hair conditioner. Did you put it everywhere?
Henry: Just from my neck to my belly button and my arms. It smelled so good I couldn’t resist.
Salinger: What does it feel like?
Henry: Tight, dawg.
Salinger: Shut up, you aren’t Randy Jackson.

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