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Archive for June 2008

#374 – The Mac Guy

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Granted, he did have a lot of good information hidden away beneath all those blah blah blahs. And he showcased his website dedicated to…Olympic weightlifting. Yeah, exactly. But either way, it all worked out in the end. I learned that I can type wordy words here and still open them up via Microsoft Word on my PC. So that’s a bonus. It just took forever to get that outta him. But the stretch of time gave Tara and I’s stomachs plenty reason to start growling. Grr. Arghhh. Mrow.

Question of the day: What’s my MacBook’s name? The one that gives me the best answer gets a free drawing…of anything (well, nearly anything; no dinosaur porn) their little heart desires. Drop as many suggestions as you’d like. So get to the name-calling!

So you say I’m better off here
As dry as the shoreline
In an ocean of fear
So you say I can’t be alive
Until there is nothing
When we’re meeting eyes again

– “Shoreline” by Deas Vail

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Written by Paul

June 18, 2008 at 12:00 am

Posted in business, comics, questions, technology

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#373 – Politics Dinner

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To begin, this is my first post here at MyLifeComics from my MacBook. Mmm I lurve it already. It runs really great and everything is so simple on a Mac. I haven’t done too much with it from lack of time, but I’m slowly bringing everything over to here from my PC. But yeah, it’s all very shiny and cool. Stay tuned for tomorrow where I’ll be running a small contest in which the lappy top acquires its True Name. And no, it’s not going to be your name. As if!

But yes, politics. The bane of my existence. Or maybe the punchline. What’s the joke then, you ask? I graduated college with a degree in journalism, a major where more than a good percentage of news being reported is…political. Ah. Yeah, it’s not really that funny. I just can’t get too passionate about it all. Elephants, donkeys, third parties, debates, scandals, slander, campaigns…it’s all just too much. I’d rather eat pretzels and watch TV shows about a ragtag group of survivors in outer space trying to find their way to Earth…

Question of the day: What subjects do you have trouble talking about, whether it’s from lack of knowledge or sheer discomfort or whatever you will? Animal rights? Foreign trade? Unicorns?

Hey now the straw dog’s out in the street
Hey now there’s chemicals in the clouds
Hey now they’re calling all the police
But they won’t get to us
No they’ll never get to us

– “Straw Dog” by Something Corporate

Written by Paul

June 17, 2008 at 12:00 am

#372 – No Real Comic

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I did this in three seconds. I know, you’re all impressed.

Real comics to come tomorrow, I promise.

I know what I know
I’ll sing what I said
We come and we go
That’s a thing that I keep
In the back of my head

– “I Know What I Know” by Paul Simon

Written by Paul

June 16, 2008 at 8:35 am

Posted in comics, technology, weekend

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#371 – Bitsy’s Favorite Videogame

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Happy birthday, Bitsy! May it be filled with presents drifting from balloons, pantless chipmunks, and pixelated cakestuff! I can’t wait for you to come home for summer vacation so we can visit each other’s towns and fish and decorate our houses (by that, of course, I mean you give me rare furniture to make mine prettier). We’re almost there! Can you smell the beach, shoobies, and boardwalk za?

The birthday girl also told me to search this video out, a mesh of old school dance footage that is synced flawlessly with some rap song, which I will admit is pretty entertaining:

If I had one-fifth of the dancing skills as the lovely ladies above here have I could rule the world..

To those reading this that are not my sister (that’d be most of you), the weekend has arrived. What does that mean for y’all? I’ll be avoiding the heat, hanging out with the girlfriend, and possibly making the big purchase I alluded to earlier. You all assumed I already made it, and you know what assuming does, right? ASS-U-ME. For shame! Anyways, give me your plans. You will receive bonus points if you use any of the following three words: lull, escapade, or zenith.

No time frame, for what I need to do today
Here at the yellow house. I think I’m gonna play
With free-livin’ lads down the street aways away
As I feel the moon rise
The time that all feels is the right time
Here in our sleepy house

– “Sleepy House” by Blind Melon

Written by Paul

June 13, 2008 at 12:00 am

REVIEW: The Del Rey Book of Science Fiction and Fantasy

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Unthemed anthologies really are a beautiful thing. And The Del Rey Book of Science Fiction and Fantasy, edited by Ellen “the queen of anthology editors in America” Datlow, despite bearing a rather generic title, is a pristine example. The sixteen short stories within are accessible and enjoyable, covering a wide range of topics and beguiling ideas from well-known authors like Elizabeth Bear, Laird Barron, and Jeffrey Ford, as well as upcoming writers in the field, namely Lavie Tidhar and Anna Tambour.

Click below for my thoughts on all sixteen stories…

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Written by Paul

June 12, 2008 at 9:32 pm

#370 – How To Survive the Summer Heat

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Really, it’s been horrible lately. There’s was a crazy thunderstorm last night that seemed to cool things down tremendously, but it is still pretty humid. And when I say humid I really mean lava hot. Lisa and I discussed anti-agenda on air conditioning over some Starbucks food the other day, and I informed her that I can’t afford to turn my air conditioning on a lot. That it’s a treat when I do use it, and that even when I’m using it all I can picture is the numbers on my electric bill going up, up, up. Yet, I’m thinking that when I can begin to actually see my funny bone. I might have to rethink my madness…

And yes, if you’re curious, I’m completely nude in panel two. Oh, you weren’t curious? Hmm. Too bad, suckas! Now your minds are contaminated! Hahahaha!

Everything rises, going at it all
All the surprises in a size too small
And what if I told you
I was still in love with this?
Would you surprise us
In a size for all of me?

– “Size Too Small” by Sufjan Stevens

Written by Paul

June 12, 2008 at 12:00 am

#369 – Dreaming of Willie

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Circa 2003, my best friend abandoned me. It’d probably make for a more cinematic story to say that I had no idea where he disappeared to, but the truth is I know exactly where he went. Cleveland, Ohio. Home to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and other thingies. It seems odd to suddenly have such a dream about the boy-that-couldn’t, but such is the way life works. It’s not as if I don’t think about him; I do. Yet it makes me half-itchy to find him again, to get to him, to see if everything is all right. Then again, he left me behind, and I’ll never know nor understand why. And if he was ever curious to find me, there’d be no excuses whatsoever. I’m quite Google-able. But he hasn’t and he won’t. Which is a shame, really. I treated him like the brother I didn’t have. These truly are the worst of bad dreams, the kind that seem so real and make you wake up with your heart in your throat; I hope my next dream is more fun and brimming with friendly dragons, magical quests, and beautiful maidens that sound like Regina Spektor and look like…well, Regina Spektor. But maidenly.

Cross your fingers, people!

At the edge of the rest of your life
At the end of a one-way road
I was losing everything
And tonight may never shine
If you never open your eyes
I keep this heart right next to mine

– “The Sirens Sing” by The Anniversary

Written by Paul

June 11, 2008 at 12:00 am

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