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"If they give you ruled paper, write the other way." -Juan Ramon Jiminez

Monday, December 29, 2003

Around here, we stay up very, very late.

Today I got to deploy the ACKMOBILE for use on errands. Sorta boring but I wish Jersey would stop being stupid with the whole GDL thing. Keeps curtailing freedom and fun, though I suppose there's some theoretical good in it. But, communism was also good in theory...

So then around four Andreas came for his visit, and he didn't even get to unpack before...

Me: Mom, are you making a lot of that chicken soup?
Mom: (sarcastic) No, I'm only making a little, because I serve the family only a little food.

...Grace, Andy and I went out for dinner and then the mall.

Now I have three orange cones in my trunk. But I'm thinking three is an uneven number.

And tomorrow should also be fun, looking at the plans in development. It actually might stop being boring around here.

Sunday, December 28, 2003

So far, this break hasn't been bad at all. Friday night, I went with Igor, Mike, and Jenny to this abandoned water filtration place in Oradell, that was some cool shit. At first it was scary as hell - like the kind of thing you'd see on that lame MTV show, or in Weird NJ, but after a bit, it was more interesting than frightening. The most embarassing thing happened after that, though...I was on the phone with Laurie, at Igor's house, and I needed to find some service for my phone. I forgot that his mom sleeps in his sister's room, and I walked in there to see if I could hear better...I turn THE FUCKING LAMP ON which is right above his mom's sleeping head, and wake her up. What the fuck must she have been thinking, this crazy kid waking her up and saying "Do you hear me?" Argh. Last night I went into NYC (haven't done that in awhile) to see PDQ Bach/Peter Schickele live. It was all right; it was dorky band humor, but it's been awhile since I've heard live music in any form.

Ninja throwing stars are awesome. Screw knives are awesome. Abandoned places are awesome. People that drive and take me away from home are awesome.

Thursday, December 25, 2003

A Time of Cheer

Me: Merry Christmas, Marc.
Marc: Fuck you, you fucking faggot.

And more touching holiday tales. Comic six (for those of you who care, which range between one and three people; or more to those of you who are in the comic) is done and uploaded; dropping it in just around midnight like Old Saint Nick himself, that crazy commie. Ramblings aside, if you're in my english class you'll get it. And if you're in the class, you're probably in it anyway.

Another side note; If I don't take another picture for the rest of the year (which I still might pull it out one or two more times), I'll have about 800 Megabytes in around 2300 pictures in my 2003 folder. Can't wait to create that 2004 folder.

"Illymonster: you seem like a good sensible really tall person"

Sunday, December 21, 2003

Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep

Awesome. Haven't been home, so I haven't worked on a comic lately. Today I went to New York City after work with Bryan and Frank, and spent too much money on music and had an awesome time of it.
Highlight:

None of us have eaten for like ten hours, so we stop at Burger King near Times Square and get food (and there's a guy who looked like the owner of the store... ehhhhhhh). I tell them I have to go the the bathroom, and Frank goes "Well, how bad do you have to go? Is it an emergency?" and I go "Well... it's like code orange."

Over
I can't wait until I get my new headphones, 'cause I'm going to pummel my head with grindcore and shit. Had a weird week...missing 2 days of school, went over the semester limit, but I'll be fine with a doctor's note, and ah...Natalo is pretty gay. Then working with Sarah was a trip 'cause she was a completely different person, mostly for the better, but sometimes "un poca pesima."

Spent some time with Igor and Jenny, did that fucking awesome Sharpie skull on Igor's attic door with 'im. Then Mike, Chuck, and I decided to just drive around, this crazy ass old lady in some QuickMart was rambling and telling us we were cute. So we shot some pool, ate some Pirate's Booty, and did a lot of Kung-Fu hamster fighting...in slow motion. Then I went home and like, watched porn, 'cause that is awesome.

Friday, December 19, 2003

"S├Ąctastic!"


"S├Ąctastic!" ~Michael Bauer, German Scrabble

Also describes my day.

So I wake up and go to school, and that's all long and stuff, then go to Myles and show him some irc and then get home and babysit some kids and then get home and I think my family all got abducted by aliens but I don't care as long as one of them is returned by tomorrow to take me back to work and this is the end of my stream of thought even though there really is never any end. But man life is great hahah.

But will life have the last laugh?

Favorite mental snapshot from today:
The youngest kid I'm sitting asks me if he can kick a ball around. No. He asks me if he can throw the ball around. No. He asks me if he can roll it around. No. He asks me if he can just toss it up in the air.

So for the next half hour, three kids between the ages of 5 and 10 are walking around throwing a ball up in the air and catching it. They have no idea what I am smiling about.

Thursday, December 18, 2003

Male-Friendly Lesbian, Angry Dyke, Santa, The Easter Bunny

As Wheat Thins are being eaten, somewhere I'm smiling in the dark teeheee.

So today Sarah believes in Santa Claus. She said lesbians weren't real. She said Santa isn't real. I stood tall above her and told her to never say things like that.

Later, she changed her mind and left with a scarlet face.

I say this not to remember, but not to forget 'cause she got owned hahahahhahahahahahahah


ahahahahahahahahahahah

like I forgot my locker combo. Damn.

Saturday, December 13, 2003

Mission Statement

Post one. Probably not the last, but, prove me wrong. This is established with two points:

1. Make people feel bad about their lonely xangas.
2. Avert boredom and... wait, there is no point, scatch that.