Valdronius cordially invites you to relive his favorite Maniac Mansion endings.

Another new comic is up.

A new comic is up.

      The page shown was not scanned in by me. I found it on an LJ image feed. If you don’t want to read a ridiculously important Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows spoiler, you probably should not have looked at the image above. If you did, I guess it sucks to be you. Sorry, my bad.

 
A new article is up on the main page. That is all.
 

A new comic is up. That is up. More crap coming soon, including a super mega FWSE.

That is all.

International amirite Day was a success!

“International amirite Day?”

More like International Spam The Whites Day.
 

      I, Syd Lexia, do hereby decree that from this year forward, June 13 shall be recognized as International amirite Day in Austria, New Zealand, and all NATO nations. International amirite Day is a celebration of the popular internet expression amirite and International amirite Day revelers are encouraged to use the phrase as many times as possible on this day, especially after those around them start to become annoyed or enraged by the repeated usage of it. The I-NaD faithful are encouraged to punctuate their amirites with graphics of Dr. Wright, a popular video game character from the SNES version of SimCity; an example can be seen below.

      So remember, International amirite Day is nearly upon us. Mark it on your calendar… June 13th. Get ready to annoy the fuck out of everyone you know.

      More like everyone you BLOW. amirite?

A new Valdronius article is now up. Enjoy.

      Yes, for the third straight week in a row, SydLexia.com is offering up new content on the front page. Try not to get used it… there’s no way I can keep it going. But let’s not worry about that right now. Instead, let’s worry about how Sesame Street ruined my whole life.

     A new Valdronius article is up. In this one, he takes Toxic Crusaders, a shitty NES game based on a cartoon that was itself loosely based on a classic R-rated movie. This concludes the lead-in… read it!

It’s been over a month, but a new article is up. It’s a review of MAD Magazine No. 292, an issue of the magazine dated January 1990. Also, it has the Super Mario Brothers on the cover.

      Thanks to a donated crane, the T-Rex is now standing upright again, held up by wooden splints. And while the orange dino is expected to make a full recovery, I refuse to call off my initial cry for blood vengeance. The T-Rex is a respected local landmark and it’s defacement cannot and will not be taken lightly. We must send a strong message to all past, present, and future vandals: if you act as unruly as a rabid dog, then so shall you die like one. That’s my hardline quote for the news media. Enjoy it, quote it, obey it.

      Tragedy has struck Massachusetts. On Good Friday, one of the most holy of days in one of the most Catholic of states, a brutal murder occurred. The victim? The orange T-Rex at Route One Miniature Golf and Batting Cages in Saugus:

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      For 47 years, the 12 foot dinosaur has been a revered landmark among Massachusetts commuters. That ended sometime Friday night. While others were awaiting the resurrection of Christ, a group of savage vandals were causing the destruction of a beloved piece of Americana. The dinosaur was hit over and over again until the force from the beating caused it to snap off at the legs. This was the scene Monday morning:

      Not much is know about these cunts, aside from the fact that are unloved, male, and have incredibly small penises. They are believed to be inbred as well, but that has not yet been confirmed. Also, they like to suck each other off for fun.

      I for one will not tolerate such vile behavior in my state. Vengeance must be taken, and it must be taken in spectacular fashion. I am a strong believer that the purpose of law is to punish, not to rehabilitate, and that the punishment should fit the crime. In the case of the beloved orange dinosaur, I think Hammurabi’s Code should be invoked, the good old “eye for an eye” treament. The vandals severed the dinosaur’s legs at the ankles, pushed it over, and left it for dead; the same should be done to them.

These bastards seriously need to die. A lot.

      That’s right, a new article is now up. In this fantastic piece of journalism, you’ll get to take a look at the concert t-shirts I’ve accumulated over the years. Read it. You know you want to.