Well, I just got about 25 MPG out of my typically 15 MPG car. It is old, makes noises, leaks oil and smells like sauerkraut. Normally, it uses so much gas because it has 175,000 miles on it and it was made in 1984. So as Mike would say: HAAAUUURRRAAAAYY!

I think I'm going to wait until Fabuloso chess finishes before sending Ze my super-awesome power-move (it involves flailing my arms around while spinning very fast)
Either that, or I might have Cam do his super-awesome power-move and send that in.
I just can't decide which one of us to embarass online.

Oh yeah, and the comic Diesel Sweeties finally brought up the sexy, sexy, sexy topic of dinosaur reproduction this last week.
Giggety x 3.

This Royksopp video reminds me of why I need to increase my dose of adderall
HERE

Because I want to think like that again.

I decided to put my comic on one of those comic hosting services, as those have a propensity toward, you know, making it easier to update.

So now my comic is here

And I will be updating twice a week now.

Is a terrible title for a film.

She actually isn't. She's far too removed from internet/geek culture to even know what a Furry is.

HOWEVER along the same lines: every once in a while, parents can say something that makes you stop and say "What the fuck?"... Its times like this that I think it's a good thing that we were separated from eachother when I was in my early teens...
I mean, it really wasn't that bad, I laughed for a really long time about her describing how she can't sleep at night because of the... um... 'effects' of coming off of anti-depressents. I don't blame her either, because she just doesn't have anyone else to talk to about anything but me.
SO I told her to get herself a date.

Although, I'd rather not know about this. It's like walking in on your parents having sex.
SHUDDER



Damn it.

So I just escaped the depressing realm of my mother's house only to be greeted by Patti having a massive stress-bomb freak-out. So I went to Andrew's for a while, he was in Boulder, so I hung out with his parents and then a bunch of folks I saw in concert a few weeks ago, namely Chris Barry, Zivanai Masango, and Chris' sister whose name escapes me. It was awesome.
I hate how I get all weird around cool artsy people. I get all quiet and super-reserved and I hate it.

Stupid reservedness makes me sad.

Everybody!

Happy 666!

Now lets go offend Christian Fundamentalists!

Despite my mother being an incredibly morbid old lady, I've managed to find a way to limit the amount of her negativity I absorb. At the moment at least.
1. I spend about 50% of the week in Broomfield. I only go up for classes.
2. I watch Bobobo-bo-bobobo on YouTube every night.
3. I plan on playing the most offensive deathmetal I can find all day tomorrow. Even though I don't really like it that much.
4. I'm making a lamp out of a broken traffic light. It will be awesome.

Okay I guess that takes care of the next week