Iffy at best

I'm spending the afternoon trying to recover from my morning coffee binge. It was way too crazy.

I'm not a fan of the zits that appear after three straight days of eating leftover pizza.

Well, you're probably ready for the theme of the day. Lost at sea for hours and hours without direction, without reason, without fleas. Or with fleas if you're into that.

I wish I had an accent. An upper-crust British accent to be specific. Just in case I'm not pretentious enough already, I want to have that added on top. Like a nicely whipped topping. So, in lieu of me making a COMPLETE ass of myself, it's I Wish I Had an English Accent Wednesday! IWIHAEAW!

What did I tell you. You can't be truly successful until you have an english accent, so like this guy, you'll want to improve your chances.

Of course that doesn't make your success a certainty. But in a structured environment, it's good to have someone to kick your ass when you fall behind.

seriously though, the more I search the more I'm kinda wondering about all of this. Sometimes I'm proud of my Yankee accent. There will never be a replacement for good ol' American pie.

There you have it. Theme of the day is posted and ready to be explored expeditiously.

Stupid bi-peds.

--GIVEAGUYATWINKIE,HE'LLGETFAT.TEACHAMANTOTWINKIE,HE'LLBERICH--

There is no snow today so it is officially .02% as awesome as yesterday.

The fact that I had to wake up, crawl out of bed, get ready and pay my car insurance this morning really didn't help today's rating either.

Today's comic took WAAYYY too much time to do. Was it worth it? Probably. It's the best coloring job I've done yet. But 4 hours? I dunno... I hope we win the F'n contest. Or at least get 3rd.

I need a full day at the women's spa. Just a day.

Today has been the day of overcompensating. Not the comic, but the three shots of espresso and the 20oz drip I've had already this morning. This 'giving up cigs' thing is slowly driving me crazy.

It still pisses me off that Ahniwa NEVER bitches about giving them up. He's just like, "Whoop, not smokin' no more!" and doesn't touch 'em. I feel like the bastard stepchild of Tammy Faye Baker.

In other news, something wierd happened yesterday then happened again today and it has me a little bit freaked out, as in dejavu.

Background: I always prepare my coffee the same way in the morning.

Here are the steps:

1. Ironically grab a 20oz cup.
2. Furiously empty two cream 'things' into the bottom of the cup.
3. Lugubriously tear 2 sugar packets open and pour.
4. Tragically fill the cup to top with Dark Roast.
5. Languidly smile.

So, for the last two mornings, between steps 3 and 4, I've had to fish BOTH sugar packets out of the cream sitting in the bottom of my cup because I've got butterfingers. You see, I open both sugar packets at once and for the first time in the three months of getting coffee from the cafeteria I have dropped the packets to their rich and creamy doom. It happened yesterday and it happened again this morning. That one thing made today feel like yesterday. I hate dejavu so early in the morning. That shit should be illegal until 3pm, at least.

My work study got a new computer. Somehow it's worse than mine. I dunno how that happened or where they got the parts, but it's a sack of horse manueur. <--on purpose typo.

I've been thinking for quite a while what drives me artistically. All artists must have something and to call myself the exception to this rule would be like saying Bava and Amos aren't the prince and princess of pies, respectively.

My 'thing' really is coffee. It used to be alcohol and cigarettes.

People say that drugs are bad, but in the words of Bill Mahr, "They haven't hurt my record collection!" I feel kinda like that about alcohol. I don't condone the use of substances to induce a creative state, but a little bit of wine or a martini really used to get my creative juices flowing and then I would mellow myself out with a smoke. Now that cigarettes are out, I'm gonna have to limit my drinking too.

This morning has been a carnival of pain. I went down to register my car this morning, finally, and because my brother had the car less than 7 years, they want to charge me 263 American dollars in sales tax. That's a LOT of money! But, a brother's gotta drive.

It's lunchtime. Theme of the day coming later.

--WHISPERTOTHEWHIPPERWILLANDITWILLWHISPERBACK--

You know things are going well when Jesus loans you his elephant for the afternoon.

So how are you doing? Great. Well, the snow stopped. I'm not totally thrilled about that.

Everybody at work was freakin' out about driving home in the snow. Maybe it's because I'm such a great fuckin' driver, but snow never really bothered me. You just gotta go extra slow, leave plenty of space between you and the car in front of you, and, like every other day, pray that a meteor doesn't choose that exact moment to relieve you of having to worry about insurance anymore. Stupid people suck.

I also hate people who exagerate. There was this girl in the elevator as I was coming back from lunch who was all like:

I'm sooo, like, spending New Years in New Orleans!

Her friend:

Well, I heard there was like only one bar open.

One bar? It's fucking New Orleans! If there isn't someone drinking alcohol, a baby angel is melting in the fires of hell and you can actually see it happening before your eyes. See anything yet? That's right. What a crazy biaznatch.

Gotta go.

--I'VEGOTMEETINGSALLAFTERNOON--

It's snowing. Not the kind of snow that sticks around for days and days and drifts you into your home. No, we don't get that kind of snow. These are the big gloppy flakes that make you want to go home and light a fire in your fireplace and drink mugs and mugs of hot chocolate.

Me? I'm at work with a big-ass cup of coffee trying not to get the jitters too bad.

You see, I picked today to try and stop smoking.

For those of you who have known me over the last few years, you know that I've been a slightly less than vocal, but still militant, smoker. I believe in smokers rights and I don't like it when people get self-riteous and tell me to quit. I enjoy it and I tend not to over-indulge. Smoking has always been one of those simple pleasures that I've come to appreciate in my old-age. (I'm 25.)

Part of my addiction came from the romantic aspect of cigarettes. My hero, Humphrey Bogart, smoked until the day he died. As did Groucho Marx, George Burns, and Dennis Leary (who isn't quite dead yet). I started smoking in France while I was studying there and never quite stopped. I quite twice. Once because of a bad break-up and once because of another bad break-up. Funny that I would quit at the end.

Anyway, if I piss you off in the next couple weeks, please find it in your heart to forgive me. Thank you.

Since it's snowing today, it's "I Wish I Was in the Sahara TUESDAY!" IWIWITST! Learn it, love it, livid!

*dons voice of documentary narrator*

At first glance, the Sahara looks kinda like...it's a dirty mountain.

Or a sandy snake winding off into the distance.

But in fact, it's much bigger than that.

It's teaming with life... I mean life!

Travelers need to cross and find many a way to get from one side to the other. Some people are fuckin' crazy tho.

Some people come only to look at things. Others are there to kick some ass. And some people can't believe it.

Me? I just like to take a relaxing vacation.

I wish I had a digital camera. Maybe if BAVA ever wakes up we'll get photos of what's going on outside. It's crazy cool! SOOOO white.

Love y'all but I gotta get suff done today. Happy IWIWITST!

--THERE'SSOMETHINGIHAVEN'TTOLDYOUYET--

Thanksgiving was good. Having a four day weekend was good. The Problem? It wasn't enough time.

I spent Thursday hanging out with Friends of the Family, or FOTF as I like to call 'em and then had the distinct pleasure of participating in a rousing round of Smell The G/F's Sister's Boyfriend's Natural Gas. Not a fan of the stench, let me tell you. Some places are better left from than stayed at.

Friday was spent doing something. I remember eating leftovers, going shopping and drinking at the Eagles. Oh, and AMOS stopped by and gave me cookies! Damn delicious!

Saturday was spent drunk. I did stuff in the morning. A lot of it related to the comic but some not so much. Then I got REALLY drunk. I went to the Eagles at about 3pm and played pool by myself until 6pm when Adam showed up. Then he got so drunk he could barely stand. Then we went to the Eastside. Adrian and met us and we played pool until they kicked us out. I was drinking beer from 3pm until 3am. Then I got 6 hours of sleep.

I drew ALL day on Sunday. Then played pool with Adrian at about 6. Got bored, came home, watched a defective copy of La Dolce Vita and then the bonus stuff on Clerks. Then passed the hell out.

Now, why would I relate all of this to you? For one and simple reason: I've had too much coffee to keep the lies straight anymore. I needed to come clean. There you have it.

I need more of this. I had one 20oz cup thus far this morning, but if I'm going to make it through this day without a nap, then I'll be need more. Lots more.

There was an article on NPR this morning about sleep that I really liked. The doctor they interviewed said that humans need about 8 hours of sleep to function adaquately. He said that people start to lose efficiency if they get less and if they get less on a regular basis it results in stress that causes diabetes. THAT was a kind of a shocker. I'm going to bed at 10 tonight.

Do not run into this man or this man in a dark alley. You will be raped.

Her? She'll probly rape you too.

Apparently it's Humans Dressed as Twinkies Monday! HDTM! FUN!!!!

--GIVEMEAMONTHANDAGRANDANDI'LLLOSETHATWEIGHTFORYOU--

There are no words to describe the mental Kung-Fu I have had to use to fight off my mortal enemies this morning. I swear to GOD, these people are trying to kill me.

I was thinking about today being something like, "My girlfriend's a Ninja Wednesday!" but the internet finally let me down. There are no pics of the g/f as a ninja, nor are there any practical/funny pics of ninjas doing their thing. I tried looking for ninja detection devices. That didn't work either. oi.

So, in honor of the topic dying, I present to you, with neither further fanfair nor ado, "ADVENTURE WILL EAT YOU WEDNESDAY! HELL YEAH!!!" or AWEYWHY. Easy to pronounce.

wait...no. That won't work. None of the pictures I'm finding are adventuresome enough. GRRR! For the people that are in them, they're great. The people look like they're having fun, they're screaming, whatever. They just don't inspire me to scream like a girl.

Of course, you have to let the adventure begin.

Awww hell yeah! It's about time they combined Adventure with Alcohol! Go Absolut!

You all remember the Oregon Trail? THAT was high adventure. Or it was only adventure when high. Well here's a shirt for you!

I used to love the Choose Your Own Adventure series. It seemed that everyone had their own way of reading them. Mine was traditional. I would follow one storyline to it's conclusion, then return the book to the library. If it lasted 10 pages, so be it. It really left a sour taste in my mouth on many of them because the character died pretty quick most of the time. If you were a fan of the books, you'll waste HOURS on this game.

That is all. I have work to do.

--ROXANNEYOUDON'THAVETOTURNONTHEBLUEIMEANREDLIGHT--

I am tired today. Not the normal, Wednesday, "oh no! I can't get out of bed!" tired. My brain won't stop shutting down. I've been at work for about 40 mins and my eyes just won't stay open. Unfortunately I only have $1 so I can't get my $1.60 cup of coffee. I should have taken the time to collect change at home before I left. OR they should start accepting debit cards in the cafeteria. Whatever. I'll live.

This week is short, and that makes it good. Unfortunately, that doesn't make Monday's, Tuesday's, or Wednesdays any easier to bear.

Have you ever met one of those people who has really just had a difficult time of it in life, and yet they have an incredibly cheery attitude? Every morning I see one. Usually my reaction is as follows: Anger. Resistance. Aquiescence. Smile. In the end I enjoy my conversations with this person. It just takes me a while.

Alright, I'm just getting warmed up so bear with me and I'll post again.

--IUSEDTOKISSASSBUTNOWIDONOT--

On a side note, due to my absent-minded ass the comic will be up late today. Bava was reformatting his computer and I completely forgot to leave the comic with him last night. Oh well, so you guys have to wait. It's worth it.

This weekend was long. A very long weekend, folks. Do you know what that's like? I'll bet you have no idea. Listen, just because you're above the rule of 'lowly' human laws, it doesn't give you the right to rub it in my face.

In the most eloquent words of Napoleon Dynamite, "Jeeeeez!"

I forgot my phone at home today. It's probly not gonna matter, I'm just noting it because it's the first time I've left my phone at home in a LONG time and I feel kinda naked right now.

hold me.

Too much coffee. I tell you.

How's your Monday? Mine's good. I'm really f'n tired though. I stayed up late doing stuff on both Fri. and Sat. and then had to be up early on Sat and Sun. That's part of what made the weekend so long. Anyway, last night I got about 7.5 hours of sleep and I'm still exhausted.

I'm in the middle of trying to develop my own art to fit in the places where the pictures are right now. Above this post.

It's slow going because I need to a)think of something to draw and b) draw it.

so, in honor of that, it's PICK YOUR NOSE MONDAY! PYNM! (you say it as a word, not sounding out the letters.)

Can you do this? If you can...god bless you.

It seems that this 'habbit' is more appropriate among the innocent and aged.

in that first pic, it almost looks like they needed to get the poor kid stoned.

and then some random pic of a girl licking a frog. Enjoy.

Sorry I can't provide more links. I'm actually Super Busy right now.

I'll post more later. oh...hang on...I gotta yawn. Lovely.

--IWISHYOUCOULDSEETHEWORLDASIDOSAIDSAM--

How about this: Every other day I'll retrofit my blog. Yes? No? Fuck you.

This is the last change for a while. What I'm gonna do now is just change the pictures in the upper portion from time to time. I did not draw this pic and it's driving me crazy that I have someone else's work on my blog. I'm an f'n artist. You'd think I'd be down for something a bit more...mine.

Anyway, Friday's comic is up. We really don't have enough readers yet. At least not for what we want to be doing. My eventual goal is to be able to quit my job and just draw the strip full time, but I doubt that's going to happen any time soon. Oh well.

WELCOME to Wish I'd Thought of that First Friday! Or WITFF!

Are you about to do shooters? YOU NEED SOME F'N PANTS!

Seriously, having a cat walking around in a thong is bad enough. This is probly some kind of fetish.

I don't (heart) pants, so I had to link to this.

I seriously don't have enough money.

Are you into Advanced Visual Interfaces? No? You might need this manual.

Maybe we should just replace pop music with one of these. I'd wear the shirt.

There you have it, WITFF!

There are so many things in the world that people think are mysterious and probably 'miracles' or the 'hand of God.' I'm here to assure you they aren't. Seriously. I was told by Herbert, down in accounting, that there's no such thing as God or Mystery. And he had it on good authority. He's my fishing buddy so I'd believe anything he says, y'know, except about that 15lb trout. He lied about that.

There really isn't anything like a little bit of faux Cuban music fo' dat ass on a Friday afternoon. You know I love it! Don't you wish you were listening to something as profound as someone who lives in Miami posing as a Cuban refugee playing music? I know that you do.

The request has been made and there is nothing you can do about it.

The music's in my cabesa!

do YOU want spam? Cause if you do, I've got TONS of it to pass on.

--OHHOWIWISHIWASN'THERE--

A couple more rants.

A while ago you may remember that I ranted about guys talking to guys in the bathroom. You just don't do it.

Another restroom pet peve of mine is guys who don't wash their hands after using the urinal.

Have you ever seen one of those pictures captured right as the guy is sneezing? You remember those little particles coming out of his face? That same kind of spray is coming from the urnial back toward your body. If I had my preference, we'd have to go through a chemical hose-down each time we exit a bathroom, but barring that, I wish that every guy would at least wash their hands.

I honestly don't know what is going through their minds when they just grab the handle that EVERYONE else must touch and then bolt. Watching students and faculty leave the bathroom without washing has led me to either knee the "handicap door opener mechanism" or use a paper-towel on the handle. You bastards give me more work.

*sigh*

Now on to Debit cards.

Last week Bava and I went to our hang-out downtown. A nifty little place that smells like the perfect mixture of warm beer and greese. It's the only place we can really get shit done on the comic though.

So, I went to pay for beverages and stuff at the register and saw a sign that had incrementally increased charges based on how much your bill was, but only for people paying with debit/credit cards.

Now, you gotta love a system that encourages you to use your debit card everywhere, they make ATMs more ubiquitous than music and then, because the system is beyond its limits, they start charging a little fee. So instead of paying a tip to my wonderful waitress, I have to look like a dick and pay the charge instead.

Bastardos.

Anyway, I wish people would wash their hands when leaving the bathroom and I wish that debit card charges didn't exist. Those are my opinions and they are unreasonable.

--DONOTCRYOVERSPILTMILKUNLESSYOU'REDROWNINGINIT--

I want to develop policy. Not just any policy, though. THE policy. The policy that will override all others. The policy that will make sure your hair stays thick and bouncy, that will feed the full and starve the hungry, that will create a genre of world cinema and help your grandmother keep her real teeth.

How's Return to Sender Thursday goin' for ya? Mine's fine.

I never promised you a rose garden. Nor that I wouldn't talk politics on this blog. I'm sticking to both of those.

I just attended an interesting talk on Fair Trade here at the school. While I enjoyed much of what the presenters said, it made me think about why I shop at the Gap, why I don't care who made my clothes and why I only drink good beer.

I shop where I do and buy what I do because of two factors, both aesthetic. I like how they look and I like how they feel. I want to maintain a certain style and in order to do that I spend a lot of money and I have to look the other way when it comes to how the clothes were made.

When I can get a pair of low-rise, boot-cut jeans that actually come in my size from a fair trade organization, I'll start shopping there. But I refuse to buy a t-shirt that's made of burlap and says, "I support the workers." Because honestly, I don't.

I know this isn't going to make me very popular, but I'm of the opinion that one can work just about anywhere. If you don't like you're job, find another one. I bitch about my job all the time to Bava, but if I were serious, I'd quit and find another. Why don't I? Because I'm lazy. If I REALLY wanted that higher paying job I would go to business school immediately. But, I'm not. Because I'm lazy.

Sometimes, you don't have the opportunity to be lazy. If you work in a smoky restaurant and don't want to get cancer, quit. If you don't like your working conditions at all, quit. That's what I did at both Mervyn's and Suncoast. I didn't like the working conditions, so I quit. Yeah, I suffered a little bit both times, but it was worth it.

At the end of the lunch discussion, I asked about whether the third world countries are supporting the free trade movement themselves.

The answer was no. Across the board.

They said that the main reason is that fair trade is a workers movement. No factory owner in a third world country is going to support a cut in his profits in order to pay his workers more. Then they might start making enough money to leave. The other reason is the government. Many times the governments of third world countries are extremely unstable and any organization of people scares the government. In Africa there are a lot of countries that shut down fair trade businesses that try to start by calling them revolutionary.

I'm all for fair trade. If I was living in a third world country I would want more than thirty cents/hour. But since I live in the US of A, I'm not gonna go out of my way to buy goods that I don't think are visually appealing or comfortable or that I don't need. The local fair trade store sells a lot of drums, african masks and hats. I have no need for any of those things. Wish I could guys, but until you start having a sale on Yamaha fair trade center channel speakers, you're not high on my list of priorities.

Anyway, I'll come back with more humor tomorrow.

--WHYDOESHEALWAYSHAVETODOTHAT?--

Gather 'round boys and girls. I've got a story to tell.

One day, a man named Algore invented the internet. It was for all the children of the world. It was an incredible time for the world because suddenly someone living in Queens, NY, could do a report on a place like, say, Botswana, and include actual pictures taken by locals in their report. It was amazing.

Now, one important thing about computers is that they speak in 1s and 0s, not words like you and me. Their language is almost a complete secret! But there is code that lets us name our computers. DNS. What does DNS do? It translates www.whatever.com into a specific number, held only by that site.

How Algore knew so much about DNS and IP addresses when dude can barely add, is a mystery for the ages. What we do know is that a non-profit controls assignment of DNS. This non-profit group is based in the U.S.

So who cares? Well, China, Iran, Syria, Lebanon. All the countries that HATE us because we have no content controls. Now, I know it's popular to hate the U.S., but seriously folks, we really don't have much control over what people put up on the web. I mean hell, look at the limits China put on blogs. If anyone complains about the U.S. and content control, tell them to take a hike.

Anyway, right now, in Tunisia, of all places, a little conference on 'The Internet' is taking place. Up for discussion is DNS and whether or not it should be 'controlled by' the U.S. NPR had a horrible article on this whole thing this morning, but I'm not gonna link to it because it's horrible.

Boogah boogah!

Welcome to GOPHER SMOKIN'A JOINT TUESDAY!

Unfortunately, with a title like that, you only get one picture.

But here's a gopher offering up advice.

It's like a really f'd up fortune cookie.

It's so tempting to just look at Technorati and start posting about their top ten searches...I want hits, but not that badly. For kicks I'll offer up this: Dawn Yang. We'll see.

Have a REALLY happy GSAJT! I know the gopher will.

--THEAWESOMEWANTSYOUWASTED--

So, it's waaayyy too late on a Sunday to be posting, but I've still got a bowl of Mac and Cheese to finish so I figured I'd give you guys a special treat.

This weekend has been pretty good.

On Friday I just kinda hung out. I drew for a bit...and then...honestly I really don't know what happened. I know that I didn't do too much.

Saturday I hung out, I drew, I watched 24. I know that much.

Then today I watched a movie, drew, played pool, and watched another movie. It was good.

And now...now I'm listening to music and eating food. Or whatever you wanna call it.

I know that I keep changing the template on my blog, and for this I'm sorry. The main problem thus far is that many people who read this blog do not just use one browser.

For those of you who have only used Internet Explorer, let me tell you now that there are other options out there. They are safe and, often, more functional that the internet browser that comes with Windows.

Opera: Opera is an amazing browser. Opera offers a nifty function called 'tabbed browsing'. Instead of opening a new window that simply takes up space in the task bar, Opera opens a full sized window inside the program itself. It also has a function for monitoring RSS feeds, if you're into that.

Firefox: Firefox is a browser that I'm just starting to try out now. It's interesting because it provides all the functionality and appearance of IE, without it being IE. That's about all I can see thus far.

Anyway, I keep changing my blog because people are using all kinds of browsers and I'm trying to be browser friendly.

Tonight I watched a very interesting movie with Bava. It was called Equilibrium. This film is amazing and it really took me off guard. If you have a chance, please watch it.

The movie is set in a kind of dystopia and one thing that I noticed about it, whether the director intended it or not, is that they kept saying that in their perfect world war had been stopped.

The interesting thing about this is that according to their argument, the only way to stop war was the complete erradication of human emotion. In order for there to be no more war, there first had to be no more anger, pain, or fear.

While I agree with this on one hand, I think that war is the innevitable outcome of oppression and tyranny. Without war there can be no salvation of the masses. Human emotion is necessary and we will always have emotional reactions to events in our lives.

On the one hand, it is correct to say that our emotions, when not tempered by logic, are not the best things to act on, but on the other, without our emotions, what is left to make us human.

So, is it better to have all war erradicated and all humans completely Vulcan and logical, or have strife and suffering, elation and delight with the sacrifice of having people at each others' throats?

I think that MAYBE there is a happy medium, but in all of my reading and thought, I have yet to see one.

Show me a place where both parties can be happy and I'll actually FINISH one of these boxes of Mac and Cheese.

Enjoy your night citizens.

--THEINTERNETISNOWBROKEN--

Have you ever read anything that made you just want to curl up into a tiny ball and cry until death arrives at your door just to tell you that he's booked solid and can you wait one more week?

I have. It happened today when I read this.

I don't really like to swear on my blog because I know that sometimes my parents or the infirm might read it, but seriously. WTF kansas?

Conversation this morning was topical:

Ahniwa: dude, fucking Kansas ...
Theo: yeah
they're going to hell
Ahniwa: i think they're actually working harder in just flat-out replacing hell
Theo: with...?
Ahniwa: kansas

So, in rememberance of this gawd awful neo dark age that the midwest is sinking into I would like to offer support for our friends in Pennysylvania. They voted out 9 of the schoolboard members who support intelligent design.

Now, I'm not against Intelligent Design in theory, but but trying to teach it in SCIENCE class is the height of ignorance. It takes logic in a strangle-hold, rubs salt in its eyes, kicks it hard and then steals its lunch money. The cool kids just ignore intelligent design. It's headed for a life of hard drugs and crime. Seriously.

So, in honor of Pennsylvania kicking the habit, welcome to, "Pensylvania RAWKS Thursday!"

I need a t-shirt that says, "Anti-Intellligent Design-ist"

Don't know where it is? Now you do!

Zoohah! PA is a state that is fully endorsed by Mr. Potatohead! YAY!

Into water rafting? AMY? PA's GOT IT!

Think Cnanannanaaaddddaaa gooses are the awesomest? PA's the place!

Going to PA and need a car? Problem...SOLVED!

Want some PA wine? Drink your heart the hell out!

So there you have it. Pensylvania RAWKS Thursday!

oh, and some of my beautiful sketchings are up on the comic page today. Enjoy the fleeting beauty of my art.

--IBEJAMMIN'TODAVEBRUBECK!--

So the template re-design went relatively well...if it did take 6.7 man hours and two twenty-something guys to complete...(Thanks bava).

When you google, '"lungs hurt" +"when I cough"', my page is at the bottom of the results. Who knew?! haha

The last few days have been going pretty well.

On Friday I stayed up all night drawing. I played pool until about nine, went home, started watching Six Feet Under (season 1), and started drawing. I sketched, blue penciled and inked three strips in one 7 hour period. That's the most prolific I've been yet. 'course by 7:30am on Sat. morning I was sleep deprived beyond all reasonable reason, but it was ALMOST worth it.

Saturday was fun. I hung out with bava, played some pool and drew some more. I ended up going to bed at a much more reasonable hour.

On Sunday...I can't really remember what I did on Sunday and Monday...

Yesterday I watched Born Into Brothels. Good movie, if a bit depressing. I love photography (which is why you should check out JCMH) and since the film was all about a group of 10 year olds who photograph the brothels in India, I enjoyed it.

Other than that it's been a slow week. Work is ramping up towards Taste of Culture (a cultural food festival that my division sponsors) and everyone is stressing out. YAY!

Well, it's time for the fun.

Welcome to "Couldn't Look Less Like a Drug-Dealer Wednesday!" (CLLLDD)

I don't know what day you were born on, so whisper it softly to the computer monitor.

третье в сентябре? good lord, your monitor speaks Russian?! Cool!

This kid definately deals drugs.

Here are some eggplant jack-o-lanterns. For those of us who can only afford...eggplant...

I didn't know this, but there is such a thing as a Mouse Spider. I hate regular mice and regular spiders, so this is something straight out of hell for me.

Can't wake up on time for Thanksgiving? Here's the ONLY solution!

You can get this on a t-shirt.

G'night Nicoragua!

--IFYOUWEREANAESTHETEYOU'DTELLME,RIGHT?--

Currently reading: MY COMIC!

Currently Listening To: Spice Girls

Yeah, yesterday I was all like, "Bahhuh..." and didn't update. Sorry.

Now, for all you science geeks, it's ELECTROLYTE FRIDAY!! RAWK!!

And now for, SomEthinG I REALLY hate! GRRRR! When I was at Fred Meyer getting lunch today, something happened that drives me insane. I handed over my cash and the girl behind the counter put it in the register. She pulls out the coinage for my change and then asks if I need a bag, without handing my change to me. I said yes and watch as she bends down, grabs a bag and starts putting my food inside still holding my change!

By the time she gets around to handing my change to me, not only is it warm, it's got this insane kinda sweat/goo on it. WHO WANTS CHANGE WITH SWEAT GOO?! not ME!

I used to make sure that change was the first thing that I would give back to my customers when I worked at the video store. For me it's a respect thing. Don't give me your sweaty hand goo and I won't hit you in the face and run away. That's simple, right?

Anyway, it's been a day full of stuff like that.

I'm trying to put the finishing touches on the first ever edition of the newsletter that will hit the host families next week. It's really slow going because every time I finally finish typing a paragraph it seems like I just make it worse and I end up trying to re-write the whole damn thing.

*sigh*

oh well, at least I've got my coffee...oh, wait, that's right, I didn't get coffee this morning. Fuck.

Do any of you remember the 50s? Neither do I, and that makes me sad.

Here's a picture of a parcel of land. I hope you enjoy it.

Have you ever thought about the color of orange soda? I have. I stay awake late at night trying to figure out how the hell they make it look that radioactive.

ADD? Yes, please.

I love google. This blog exists because of google. All of the pictures you see are found because of google. And I wouldn't be surprised if google wasn't directly involved in the remodel of paradise after it burned.

I mention it because I know people are curious where I find my links. Let me tell you. But it's a secret, so you'll have to read closely.

Eu vou a IMAGES.GOOGLE.COM e eu faço uma busca para algo como o "Turnip" então que eu encontro o google o mais interessante do retrato tenho que oferecer. Eu estalo sobre a ligação e então ligação na imagem cheia do 'see full-size image' no alto de modo que eu não tenha que preocupar sobre você os guys que têm que se incomodar com seu Web page.

There. That's how I do it. In Portugese.

Since there's a Basal Nervous System, why shouldn't there be a Basel Garage?

Now presenting you with, Figure 2. The word "Figure" means 'picture that will illustrate why what I said is correct...or it's just a mongoose' in Sciencese.

Mom's a scientist, I'm not. I draw comics and 'hang'. At least I think that's what the kids are calling it these days.

For all you fans of the Yellow Warbler, I found one. Here's the best way to fillet a flounder.

This has nothing to do with fish.

This man's name was Eaton. What's yours?

Really, I'm just covering because nothing is going on right now. Seriously, my life is that boring right now. Except that it's not. Daneero has a great line in HEAT that goes a little something like this:

I am alone. I wouldn't say I'm lonely.

I love that quote because that's me and boredome:

I'm a boar. I wouldn't say that I'm board.

So, how's ELECTROLYTE Friday treatin' ya? Happy?

That's about it. I need to finish this damn newsletter before someone gets hurt.

This weekend I'll be drawing non-stop. I have Monday's strip to do, a guest comic for Trunks and Soto, a comic for Secret Crocodile Adventure Club
, and a cookie jar to replace that damn Paypal image on the comic. That's a lot of stuff. oh, AND i'm planning on doing a Cat With Champagne strip for Sunday. GUHAH!

That is all.

--WOULDYOUMINDSITTINGHEREFORMEWHILEIGOPLAY--

There really is nothing like a wednesday.

This is what one of my favorite childhood books, Penrod, by Booth Tarkington, has to say about Wednesdays:

It was usually upon Wednesday that his sufferings culminated; the nervous strength accumulated during the holiday hours at the end of the week would carry him through Monday and Tuesday; but by Wednesday it seemed ultimately proven that the next Saturday actually never was coming, "this time", and the strained spirit gave way.

I've never really gotten the hang of Wednesdays. They always seem too long, too important, too prissy, too...bleh.

Here's a serene picture for you. By the way, it's Bovine Wednesday. Happy COW day.

I need my car to be 'pimped', but I myself do not want to be a 'pimp'. I seriously wonder how that word became part of our everyday lexicon. Seriously. I was at THE PARTY STORE
*dance music plays in background*
and there was a mom getting a cane with a diamond on the top and she was telling her 7-10 year old son that he was going as a pimp. She was thought it was hilarious and her son was like, "COOL!"

now, I don't know if he knows what a pimp is, he probably just thinks that it's a guy with a girlfriend, but the truth of the matter is that even if he has an inkling it's one of two options: a) a man who bosses around a woman or b) a man who has a lot of money and spends it on luxury items.

I find this amusing because on the one hand, we want to elimate the aspects of society that lead to prostitution and therefore 'pimpery', but on the other, it's become incredibly popular to have a 'pimped out' car or be a 'pimp' in the sense of having more than one girl hanging on your arm. That second definition bothers me because it isn't quite accurate. It obfuscates the true meaning of the word.

This leads me to my overall point: The English language is dumbing itself down to the point that we will eventually have only one word at our disposal when we leave the halls of academia. That word is: 'Pimp'.

It will be a no-ve-adj-pred and will mean...everything. Mark my words langui-philes, it's coming.

As for the word 'Pimp', I think that the 'blinging' version of the word should be changed to 'tsar', as in: I'm gonna tsar out my car, y0! and in the other sense (multiple girlfriends) it's should be Sultan (as in, sultans have harems...). "Dude's got like 8 ladies, he's a total sultan, y0!"

If you're gonna use English, have fun. And remember, Jesus doesn't care if you swear. Dude spoke Hebrew for cryin' out lound. And God...he's probly still speakin' Aramaic. l4m3!

Anyway, Hope your wednesday is going well. Keep up the good work.

--ENJOYCOLDANDEXTREMELYHOT--

There is a mystery here somewhere, I know it. It feels like a myster-solving day. A day full of juicy mysteriosity. A day that is best spent using a magnifying glass to...magnify things.

Look, if you're gonna keep reading this post, I'm gonna have to verify your identity. Get up really close to the scree in front of you and wait for 10 seconds.

Ok, good.

Yup, you're you. Thanks.

Anyway, there really isn't that much to say today. I'll be working on Friday's comic tonight and will heave a sigh of relief when that's over.

I got my new business cards. I kinda like 'em, but honestly I'm a big fan of minimalism when it comes to business cards. I like plain ones with professional looking fonts. These are monstrously red on one end, white on the other, have the name of the university REALLY HUGE in the middle of the red, it's crazy. They're not bad though.

Here is the link for MANIACLE Tuesday. Ever felt like that? I have. Do. Whatever.

It's amazing how much advertising is available on the web and people don't even realize it. Bava's been going nuts with the comic site lately and we're getting a fair number of hits each day. I think it's been capping out around 23, but that's not bad. We're maintaining an average of about 18 hits a day. It's not bad. Bava's a madman.

If you don't know about Pokey the Penguin, Enjoy the randomness. This is seriously one of my favorite web sites ever. I've been reading Pokey since high school. The guy doesn't update on a regular basis, but it's still great.

This is an insane picture of what looks to be stupidity in action. My guess is that it's followed by ass-slapping and beer. If you didn't click the link before, I'm sure you're doing it now.

I don't know if I should be linking to it, but this may be helpful.

Speaking of Mystery Tuesday, think you can help?

Now ponder this, and I'll talk atcha tomorrow!

--IT'SSTILLNOTASBIGASMINEIS--