You know what sucks? If I see a person walking a dog down the street and they pass me, if I want to pet that dog, I pretty much have to talk to the person. It’s unfair.
Haiku!
Dogs are my good friends.
We like to hang out sometimes.
We should hang out more.
I haven’t really had much to say on here lately, and I’ve been too busy to just make up nonsense to say as would be the standard solution. But in any case I feel like I can at least announce that I have finished drawing the SecGov Robots “short introduction” story that I’ve been doing since February or whenever it was I started it. There’s ten pages or so that I’ve got to put up, but I’m still going to space them over a couple weeks so I can spend the time I’d spend drawing on other things.
I’ll try to have something else to say later in the week.
There’s some song that’s all like “All you little pigs doin’ kung fu flips better run, better run, up jump tha boogie” but those might not really be the words but I don’t care. Anyway, I heard it a couple times. It was in Fright Night and then I heard it on the radio. That’s the whole story. I just wanted my version of the lyrics on the Internet.
Haiku!
People need more time
or they’ll never get it done.
They can’t move that fast.
Speaking of songs I botch the lyrics to, I’m pretty sure that Return to Innocence by Enigma has become the song I sing most often in the shower, replacing Runaway by Del Shannon (though I technically sing the Me First and the Gimme Gimmes version tempo-wise). The difference is that I know the words to Runaway, but with my new song I just try to do the chanting. Now you all know more about my showering times. Your Welcome!
A unicorn walks into a bar and the bartender looks up and says “Why the long face with a horn in it?”
So, the process of booking a flight seems to be done and I’ve had the hotel booked for like a month or something. I’m going back to NYC for a week starting on Halloween. I am pleased about that.
Haiku!
Hi, Outer Spaceman!
Have you come here to teach us?
No? Oh. Well. See ya.
In other news, for the sake of peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches I have purchased a loaf of bread. This may be the first time I’ve bought one of these in my entire adult life. It’s possible maybe back when I lived with Marq or something I bought one or two for him, but in any case I have probably never bought a loaf of bread for myself. Let’s hope the sammiches are worth breaking that streak.
At some point during the week I was in the office at work and I heard some guy on the radio complaining, like a lot, about dandelions. I have to wonder why people hate dandelions so much. I like them. I think they look nice. They add some color to the grass. Why that so bad?
Haiku!
Yellow in my brain
making all my thoughts come out
and fall on the floor.
Thinking about color, it occurred to me that something can be “Yellowy” but not “Purpley” or “Reddy” or whatever. You’ve got “Purplish” and “Reddish” and “Bluish” and all that stuff. My spellcheck tells me that “Yellowish” is okay, so why does yellow get a bonus one with “Yellowy”? It’s a conspiracy of some kind, I am sure.
So, before work on Friday I wanted to finish the story I started last Friday the Thirteenth, so I did that. Since I’m not getting much work done on the Hover Head story I wanted to do, it is good to something with those characters again. Too bad I had no real idea what I was doing and I wanted to get it done before work (on Friday the Thirteenth) and thus ended with a story where even the characters don’t know how to end it. Oh well. The best thing about finishing a story is that it clears a little bit of space in my brain, and that has been accomplished. So that’s good.
Haiku!
Irresponsible!
You let the tiger get out.
Go to your room, Bill.
I had a movie idea the other day that I figure I should write down to prove I had it before it is inevitably made by someone else: Undead Monsters playing Russian Roulette while talking about their lives. Possible ending: the bullet goes through the ghost’s head and hits the mummy.
