#161 – Still Sleeping

To be fair, I took a good number of naps over the weekend. This is more or less my daily thought process from Monday to Friday. In fact, I’m thinking about it right now. This very second. ZzZzzzzZzzZzzz…

#160 – Million Bucks

I mean, I do love me some sammiches, but first I’ll be buying myself a house that can transform into a spaceship, then an iPod, then a couple of guitars, and then maybe a sandwich or two…

I made a silly LOLcats (well, LOLrats is more like it) cover for my friend E. Sedia’s novel, The Secret History of Moscow:

To see the real cover, go here. Hey, why not pre-order while there as well? It’s a marvelous read and it has an army of rats in it. Though, I suspect they are not as, er, adorable as the ones I’ve drawn above.

#159 – Deathly Gasps

Seems like the word spoiler is all over the place these last few days. Not that it’s a bad thing, really. I love just how hardcore some of Rowling’s fans are about keeping the details of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows a secret. Everywhere you see the book title mentioned you’ll see spoiler alerts left and right. I only wish folks had been this serious all along, especially considering how some asshat half-spoiled the ending to Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince before I was even through a quarter of the book.

Oh, and to the person that Googled “Mom pee” and found your way to MyLifeComics…I hope you discovered what you were looking for. But I seriously doubt this was the sort of site you were aiming to hit up. Oh well. Try again?

#158 – Freak Out: Part 1

Yeah, more to come at some point. Oh, and hi Mom!

I’ve been really into the Trailers From Hell website lately. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday an age-old trailer is shown with a director musing over its pros and cons. My favorite so far? Attack of the 50 Foot Woman. Horror! Shock! Frenzy! DEVASTATION! Heh, anyways, check ’em out. They’re good for a laugh, and it’s always nice to know that people still don’t make schlock like this anymore. Well, wait…there was that Norbit film…

#157 – Concert

The three-panel style, at times, feels a little cramped. So I’ll be expanding when needed. Bigger is better, right? Or is that only in commercials? Regardless, it always breaks my heart to see a wonderful musician get zero-to-zilch love from a live audience. Colbie Caillat went on first, promptly at 7:01 p.m., and there just wasn’t that many people inside the venue yet to listen to her. Then, since she was only the opening act, they played a very short set. I wanted more, I say. More. Alas, she was on and off the stage faster than it took to spend money on overpriced food/drinks inside the PNC Bank Arts Center (hint: one shoddy glass of wine in a fancy plastic cup cost $7.00).

But maybe Colbie will Google herself, find her way here, see just how much I lurve her and her tunes, and be all like “awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.” Well, a boy can dream…

#156 – Socks

Sometimes, late at night, I can still hear their cries. I suspect this is the sort of gift that is meant to benefit others more than myself. I don’t know. I get sort of attached to my clothing no matter how old or tattered it gets. I still wear things from many moons ago. At one point, I was still wearing a black-and-white Joy Division t-shirt that a girl gave me in and around 8th grade. Eventually, it disintegrated. So sad, so very, very sad.

Do you have a favorite piece of clothing that, despite the holes and stains, you just can’t get rid of?

#155 – Hangman

I’m posting this early because I am mentally exhausted. I picked up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on Saturday and began reading around one in the afternoon. I stopped near page 515 by three in the morning, passed out, woke up around eight, and proceeded to finish the book a little bit after one o’clock. There were only a few breaks taken between reading (walk, Scrabble, foods), and I’m basically mentally exhausted. Also, somewhat strangely, a bit physically exhausted too. So no thoughts on the book yet.

But if you’ve finished and want to talk about it…feel free to e-mail me at pdabbamondi[at]gmail[dot]com. Please no spoilers in the comments section. I’ll just delete them.

#154 – Rained On

This rain came out of nowhere. And see that short distance from my building to my car? Yeah, you got drenched. But we toughed it out. Hey, a boy’s gotta eat on the day after his birthday. The drive was worse though. Some parts of the highway were flooded, and me having a tiny car, I was worried you’d end up seeing me on the news later drifting down Route 46 or something.

After driving through some deep water my mother made me tap on the breaks a bazillion times to make sure they were workin’. She’s crazy. Also, she’s in the other room right now yelling to my father about something to do with cooking breakfast. Ah, good to be home.

Tonight I am seeing one of the few women that I’d actually propose to. I’ll let you ponder that one over the weekend…

#153 – Putting Out

My counter to this was $5.00 and that I only have to put out halfway. Don’t think about that too hard. It really doesn’t make sense.

In other news, long weekend coming up for me. There’ll be a concert, probably a second viewing of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Scrabble, and lots of sleep in a house full of air conditioning. I am excited. Mmm sleeping…

#152 – Tennis, Anyone?

If, in fact, his wife was to blame then she has a terrible swing. I think this is all I have to say for this one. Too tired to actually ponder anything. Oh well?

Wait…um…

No, nevermind.