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Trying to X-mas Shop on a Sunday Afternoon

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2008-12-141

Anyone that knows me knows this: I’m a patient man hobbit. Yet, in this world of ours, there are a few things that I can’t handle and one of them in particular is parking lots during the holiday buying season. It’s just so…unmanageable. Chaotic might be an even more apt word. People are just the rudest then, jetting forward in their cars to snatch up any free rectangle-shaped space with no regard for those that were there first, blinker at the ready. I even saw some cars double-parking, which is awful for all.

It’s amazing we don’t read more newspaper headlines in December like “Man Shot One Hundred and Three Times After Stealing Soccer Mom’s Spot” or “Target Indeterminately Shut Down, Too Much Blood.”

But I learned my lesson. From now on, if I do have to get some X-mas shopping done, I’m going out Tuesday nights after 11:00 p.m. Granted, no stores will be open then…but at least I’ll get a good parking spot.

I’m making the difference
It just seems pointless
With all the obvious lines all out of focus
Why can’t you just be happy
Why can’t you just be happy

– “One-Eighty by Summer” by Taking Back Sunday

Written by Paul

December 14, 2008 at 10:06 am

Getting Accosted in a Parking Lot

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2008-12-10

He needs to work on his sales pitch a bit more, methinks. If only he’d been trying to sell me an Xbox 360 or a Boston terrier or a tuna sammich with black olives from his scary rape-van then I’d have been all like, “YES, I DO KNOW I WANT ONE OF THOSE THINGS!”

Question of the day: Have you ever been buttonholed like this before?

It’s not so bad being trendy
Everyone who looks like me is my friend
Please don’t hate me because I’m trendy
They’re not gonna laugh at me again

– “Trendy” by Reel Big Fish

Written by Paul

December 10, 2008 at 10:15 pm

Quiet Couple Makes Cooking Dinner Awkward

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2008-12-05

One might’ve thought we had kicked down their dorm’s door during an intense makeout/breakup session and then proceeded to tiptoe all around them, whispering derogatory claims while simultaneously rearranging all of their stuff. Yes, one might have thought such a thing by their snap to silence, their seedy, flickering eyes, their determination to wait us out (though they did, eventually, sulk away).

It’s a public kitchen, people. Go be mopey on the floor of your shower like normal folk.

In matching blue raincoats
Our shoes were our showboats
We kicked around
From stairway to station
We made a sensation

– “On the Bus Mall” by The Decemberists

Written by Paul

December 5, 2008 at 6:31 pm

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Star Wars Monopoly Brings Out My Dark Side

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2008-11-07

We totally didn’t even play using the special Star Wars rules. Accordingly, there is an extra optional rule stating that if a player rolls doubles, they may roll again and get to do one of the following things: player may move token to any space (double ones/hyper-jump), player collects 200 (double twos/Jedi mind trick), player collects 50 from every player (double threes/trade blockade), player draws a Jedi card (double fours), player draws a Sith card (double fives), or player may challenge another player for a property of theirs, unless that player owns all properties in that particular group. Both players roll a die, and whoever has the higher roll takes control of the property; if it is a tie, then the players re-roll (double sixes).

The only one that would’ve helped me was the last one, alas. Oh well, maybe another time. Probably not.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay

– “Every Grain of Sand” by Bob Dylan

Written by Paul

November 7, 2008 at 3:11 pm

Woman at Bank has a Baby at Home

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2008-10-26

A few things…

1. I’m not sure why I look so muscular in panel one, but I can assure you that I’m far from being a bodybuilder’s doppelganger. I’m sure Tara will try to undermine this claim in the comments below, but believe me people–I get sore just lifting the covers over me at night!

2. Babies do not entitle people to whatever they want. I’m sorry, they just don’t. I waited (or queued if you’re British) patiently and properly; just because I didn’t squeeze something out of my who-ha doesn’t mean you get first grabs. Also, I couldn’t help but imagine her baby at home, all alone, crawling closer and closer to the unlocked liquor cabinet and rack of filthy magazines.

3. I apologize if I offended you (people that might have been offended include: women, women with babies, a baby, bodybuilders, alcoholics, and porno mag lovers).

The wind sounds just like the ocean
Blowing big through the trees in my backyard
I sit alone in a dark room smoking
And wondering where you are

– “Under the Western Stars” by Everclear

Written by Paul

October 26, 2008 at 6:25 pm

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The Solution to the Scorn of Old People

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2008-10-21

New rule! If nothing interesting or exciting or cartoonishly obtuse happens that is worth me exploring or even spending more than five minutes thinking about, I’m just gonna make shit up. I’ll leave it to y’all to play detective/CSI agent and figure out what is real and what is not. So go ahead. Start investigating…

Karma police
Arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He’s like a de-tuned radio

– “Karma Police” by Radiohead

Written by Paul

October 21, 2008 at 6:39 pm

The Smile That Occupies My Mind

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Okay, so I’m going to come clean. I’ve gotten a lot more political in the last few months than I ever was during the entire three years I spent studying journalism at college. Still, I’ve had my mind made up for awhile now, and these debates seem to only lead to my confusion and befuddlement about the opposite podium’s perspective. I mean…some of the responses and facial ticks just make me want to scream the hair right off of my head.

So show me something we haven’t heard yet
But I’m not convinced and your hopeless songs won’t stick
But I, I’ll sing you something you won’t forget
For the first time I know this is now who I am

– “Season” by The Academy Is

Written by Paul

September 26, 2008 at 5:41 pm

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