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#327 – Three Random Tidbits

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Um, by “last night” I of course mean Friday night. Really, how can one not sleep well after watching some Battlestar Galactica? Don’t answer that. It’s rhetorical.

Happy Monday morning, hamburgers. How was your weekend?

This is where the summer ends
In a flash of pure destruction, no one wins
Go nuclear, nuclear
The violets in my eyelids goin’ red
Sentimental geek
Shut up and go to sleep

– “Nuclear” by Ryan Adams

Written by Paul

April 14, 2008 at 8:38 am

#304 – Projectile Vomit

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I don’t know if many of you can tell, but the artwork above should look quite different from all previous comics. Why is that? Well, for one I learned the proper way to scan in line art. See, I was just scanning it in at 72 dpi, not really caring much or thinking it mattered. This time, however, I put the artwork in at 300 dpi, colored it at that size, and then re-sized the whole thing for the Web. I dunno. The lines and colors seem to be sharper. Eh, maybe this is just stuff I notice…

I was flipping the channels last night momentarily before I started to write, and a show caught my attention. Not in a good way. It’s a game show, where kids compete with their fathers to prove to each other who has the best pappy around. I don’t know. This seems…wrong. Are television viewers this desperate for tears and entertainment? I couldn’t keep it on for very long. Already I found it to be overtly dramatic and pointless.

You know what show used to kick butt? That really put kids up to challenges that, even if they didn’t win, wouldn’t slap a boulder-sized backpack of emotional scarring on them now that their father hated them for losing embarrassingly on national television? That’d be: What Would You Do?

Dang, early 1990s TV ruled.

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March 11, 2008 at 8:43 am

#221 – Different Balance

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So, this along with a look at my budget has now affected how I’ll be spending money for the next two months. In short, I won’t. Thankfully, I have plenty of books to keep me busy, but man oh man does it stink to release you were way off on something so important.

Anyways, here’s some good news: Pushing Daisies is being picked up for seven more episodes!

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October 25, 2007 at 7:52 am

#209 – Different Money Woes

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I don’t actually own a striped blue shirt like the one I’m wearing above. I feel like such a fraud! Granted, I didn’t need to tell any of you, but that’s the way my river flows…

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October 9, 2007 at 8:41 am

#135 – Sabrina

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then I hung up.


This person had been calling me a few times over the last couple weeks, and despite my voice mail sounding quite manly (not really) has left numerous messages asking for Sabrina to call him back as soon as possible. I decided to answer when I saw the unknown number again and look at the grief that is given to me. Some people. Maybe Sabrina is a lost lover? Or maybe this dude’s maid? I don’t know why he so needed to talk to her and couldn’t find a clue that I wasn’t a) her or b) harboring her.

Ugh. Though now that I can text I’m thinking of sending him a quick one: Sabrina says ‘sup.

Written by Paul

June 25, 2007 at 12:39 pm

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#121 – First Text

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Inside joke above, inside joke above


Anyways, I don’t think I’m going to survive as a texter. I just can’t do it properly. I have an extreme hate for those that spell “you” as “u,” and an even deeper hate for the phrase “roflmao.” I mean, really? Are you? I doubt it. But still, it’s nice to be a part of the tech-laden generation, regardless of how stupid it is making kids these days. For your consideration, some phrases I’m okay with in the world of texting:

  • lol
  • c ya
  • brb
  • wanna cyber, big boy?

Er, wait. Ignore that last one. That should’ve stayed in my head…

Written by Paul

June 5, 2007 at 12:41 pm

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#119 – Smoker

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Well, I’m not!

I think the only time someone can officially and confidently say you look like something is when they go, “You look like a psychopath.” You know, messy wispy hair, one twitching eye, quivering upper lip. You see all that on a person, and well, you probably got a fellow that wants to kidnap you, tie you up to an old armoire in his basement, and take dirty dirty dirty photographs of you, which, much later on, he’ll use to turn his bedroom ceiling into a collage of nasty things. So, yeah, there you go.

What makes me look like a smoker? The beard? My devilish grin? My deeply disturbed metabolism and suppressed appetite?


Written by Paul

June 1, 2007 at 12:36 pm

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