Current Mood: Cool

My shyness is the cloud cover to my radiant heart.

– Jim Allison

Current Mood: Mischievous

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:

Current Mood: Playful

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!

Current Mood: Confused

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.

Mood:

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

Mood: :thrpp:

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:

Mood:

Mood:

Hollywood celebrities are the court jesters of today.
Instead of dressing them up in bright colours and making them dance around, we invade their private lives, put the photographs up on brightly-coloured magazine covers framed with shocking headlines written by an infinite number of monkeys typing on an infinite number of keyboards.

– James Robert Allison

Mood:

Do not glorify death.
Glorify that which comes after.

– James Robert Allison

I suppose that would be more philosophical or deep if I believed in life after death…

Mood:

I had a dream last night that I got into the Juniors of the Team Canada hockey team, as goalie. This is weird because:

1) I’m almost 36
2) I can barely skate
3) I’m a terrible goalie

I was younger in the dream and my son Geoffrey was there too, a little older. I guess in the dream he was my little brother, which is also weird because I have no siblings.

I neglected to tell my boss about it until the last minute, and also didn’t tell my family. I didn’t go to any of the practices and showed up at the last minute for the first game. The end of the dream was me rushing around looking for my equipment and I don’t think I was going to make it. It was more stressful because I was the only goalie.