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Trying to figure out the meaning of life is like an ant trying to comprehend human nature as the foot comes down. — Jim Allison


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Dear work,

You make so many demands on my time.  You are sometimes long and hard, and you exhaust me.  Some days I just don’t even want to get out of bed because of you.

Still, without you my kids wouldn’t be able to live.  My life would really kind of suck.  I’m better off with you than without you.

Also, I’m using work as a metaphor for my penis.

Sincerely, Jim


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Last night’s dream was the emotional equivalent of kicking a man while he’s down — no, not enough — kicking him in the nuts while he’s down.

So screw you, subconscious, and the Id you rode in on!


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My shyness is the cloud cover to my radiant heart.

– Jim Allison


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I had forgotten about this one, as it had a finite run, but Concerned was made using the Half-Life 2 Source engine and Comic Book Creator, and just about every strip had me at least chuckling, if not chortling or guffawing:


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On Jeopardy tonight there was a category that reminded me of the old SNL spoofs, so here is my contribution for whenever they have a reunion show, even though it’s just a variant on a theme:

Sean Connery: I’ll take “Anal Event” for one thousand!

Alex Trebek: Actually, it’s “Annual Event” Mr. Connery.

Sean Connery: I’ll bet it’s a daily event for you Trebek!


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So I had a dream the other night about a scene from No Country for Old Men, where the intense guy with the 70’s hair demands that the shop owner bet on a coin flip but doesn’t tell him what he’s betting on.  I haven’t seen the movie yet, but it seems I want to so much I’ll fill in plot points from the other stories I’ve had in my head recently, most notably the Ender and Shadow series’ of books from Orson Scott Card, as I surmised that the guy was an assassin going around killing all these old men because a war was going to start and they had been part of Ender’s “jeesh” a long time ago, and therefore dangerous to the warmongers.

If you’re very confused right now you probably haven’t read Ender’s Game.  Kindly go do so and come back…I’ll wait.


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I like to be liked, I love to be loved,
I want to be wanted, I desire to be desired.

I hate to be hated, I despise being despised,
I envy being envied, I’d like to forget being forgotten.

BUT I AM NOT DEFINED BY YOU.
I am my own person.

Still…
I like to be liked…

– Jim Allison


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This will only be mildly amusing if you don’t know who Neil Gaiman is. Thanks to Puck for suggesting a modification of my original idea, which makes it less obscure:


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