Archive for March 2007
Well, I’m officially tired of snow so I’m glad to see it all melt away this week. Granted, it’s still not terribly warm out, but warm enough to rue that which irks me daily. Hopefully now I’ve got a good six or seven months to rest my right arm from cleaning snow off my car. I can only do that so many times at eight in the morning. Bring on the nicer weather! Come on, Mr. Sun! Youknowyouwanna!!!
So I was thinking…to pick the stuff out of your teeth you use a toothpick? How come we don’t call Q-tips merely earpicks? I think earpicks is a neat word. Well, regardless of that, I’m still having trouble hearing anything to my left side. Hopefully this will go away soon because I’m almost out of earpicks.
So this fellow here liked to stand outside his store and shout at people to come in. Not to buy anything, oh no. Cause that would be silly. Just to be his friend. I asked him what kind of store it was and he replied, “We have cigars.” Whether that means it was a cigar shop or not, I don’t know. I didn’t hang around to find out.
I mean it’s tough enough that I’m eating soggy oatmeal, don’t challenge my brain like this at seven in the morning. I grabbed some other packages and their trivia questions are just as hard. One asked for the name of an oversea vessel that was used frequently in WWII. What the eff? Why can’t they ask questions about videogames or sushi or why oatmeal is completely dumb? Hmm? Exactly.
I honestly don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve tried a dozen times, and the only reasonable explanation that I can come up with for how I’m sucking at putting my smoke detector back on the ceiling is as follows: I, uh, can’t look up at the ceiling without feeling dizzy so I’m attempting to hook it back on blindly. Well, the smoke detector is sitting on my desk now, which doesn’t help me if there’s a fire, but there hasn’t been a fire yet and so I’ll just continue to live life dangerously, the rebel that I am.
Hooray! I got it. So far, we’re BFFs…even though I only have one game for it at the moment (Mario Kart DS). But it’s definitely fun and reminds me of the good ol’ days on my SNES. I think the next game I’m going to pick up will be either Yoshi’s Island or the New Super Mario Bros–I wanted a game that uses the stylus more. Thank heavens for Target!!!
I hate Gamestop. I also hate the slime that each and every store seems to find, appreciate, and hire for full-time work. The only reason I go to Gamestop is because it’s very close to my apartment, which makes videogame shopping a breeze. Sometimes. No Nintendo DS left? What the hell? It’s not like I was asking for a Wii sandwich with a lettuce, tomato, and a PS3 on the inside (hold the onions). Stay tuned for tomorrow’s comic, where my hunt for a Nintendo DS continues…