Archive for November 2007
#237 – Crappy Wine
Don’t worry, I learned my lesson. From now on I’ll only purchase wine that is $3.00 and up. It totally tasted like feet.
This weekend I’m visiting the fam and attending PhilCon 2007. I’m going to assume that there will be drinking happening on both fronts. What are y’all up to? Preparing for Thanksgiving? Watching football? Raking leaves? Buying me presents?
#235 – Games in PA
I’m a violent chap…but only when playing games. Otherwise, I’m a saint. Who loves pie. And wants to go to Ireland. Gah, I need more sleeeeeeeep.
And now a question that has been lingering on my mind: How do y’all feel about cats or dogs with honorifics (for example, Mr. Pumpkin or Mr. Smuggles)?
#234 – Rowan Student
Why can’t death be like…I dunno, Death? You know, the titular character in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series. Fairly quiet, always ready with a quotable retort, enjoys learning, likes to play chess. He’s not so bad a guy there.
#233 – Undies Girl
Why does the weekend go by so fast? Is there a scientific reason for this? Please, someone…educate me.
I did, however, get a bunch of shtuff done on my latest to-do-list. Not all of it, but some. I wonder if I should put down “defeating three new marks (one of them Gilgamesh!1!1!!) in Final Fantasy XII.” Cause I did. Boo-yah! Or is that not really considered “work?”
Meh. I don’t know. Talk amongst yourselves?
#232 – Pseudotarian
I am what I am. Also, I thought of a bunch more movies I’ve never seen last night and am currently compiling a grand list…that way I can cross them out as we go. Some of the ones not mentioned yesterday that I haven’t seen are Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (which, strangely, I own), any of the Superman films, and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Thank you all for your input and for not having your heads explode! I appreciate that.
This, a song called “Golden Cage” by The Whitest Boy Alive, is my new favorite music video:
Lastly, weekend plans. Let me hear ’em, people!
#231 – Unseen Movies
It’s true. I believe there’s a good reason, too, but that’ll all be explained in another comic…in the future. Anyways, feel free to tell me why it sucks–or why it doesn’t–to have missed some of these. I know most of the iconic images associated with them, just never seen the whole things.
Oh, and though this might scare off a couple of readers, I’ll live on the edge: I saw Star Wars IV, V, and VI when I was 23. Meaning…last January. How’s that for deprived?
EDIT: I guess I added Rocky twice. That’s how much I’ve never seen it! Huzzah!
200 Sad Comics – #26-30
I think this bunch is more bad than sad, but I’ll leave that up to y’all to decide…
Feel free to write up a dictionary-style entry for whatever that creature-thingy is in #26. No, really. Do it. ‘Cause I haven’t a clue…
#230 – Not Shaving
Is that Cavemen show even on anymore? I took a guess at the sort of humor they were going for. You know, where a cromagnum man orders a fancy Starbucks drink only to be annoyed when it isn’t up to par with his heightened tastes. Oh, funny funny shtuff.
Anyways, who else doesn’t shave on the weekends? Ladies, winter is drawing near…is it true you go all Amazonian until spring time? Not that there’s anything wrong with that…
#229 – Great Start
It’s hard to depict the traffic scene that I got involved in, but here’s the deal: I just got stuck in an awkward spot because traffic going left to right suddenly became jammed. They blocked my way. This put me out in the open blocking other cars, but there was nowhere I could go. I had fully expected to make my left hand turn just before the light turned red, but noooooooooo. There was no room for me to go left. And then some old geezer yelled at me and showed me his middle finger. Gah. I hate construction up here.
Oh, and I’m completely shocked to be saying this, but last night’s Chuck was FAR better than Heroes. FAR, FAR, FAR BETTER. You know, you give Peter amnesia (or whatever the Haitian does to people), you make him want to find the box to figure out who he is, then you make him not open the box so he can kiss an Irish lass, and then you send him one year into the future where his mother says one word–remember–and poof, it’s all coming back to him. How deus ex machina, how oh so convenient. And I thought the writers went on strike only yesterday…
Lastly, check out the ugly Mickey Mouse contest. So cruel, but kind of funny!
