So, you'd think that with the amount of time I spend at home, just sitting around the house scratching myself... er... playing video games and watching movies... that I would post more often. Such is not the case, it seems. Perhaps this means... I dunno... Stuff.

So, last year (October, maybe?) I decided I was going to start inking comics. Problem was, I had no comics to ink, so to teach myself I picked up a pot of ink, a pen and some nibs (not the delicious candy), and printed out some pencil drawings I found on the Internet. I still have no Comics to ink, but I like to think I'm getting pretty good at it. I wanted to share a picture or two with you, Internet. Check it out.


This one is the DC villain Solomon Grundy, Pencils by Jose Luis



This is a character from the show "Stormhawks", which is a pretty good show, actually. Pencils by Randy Green


This is Optimus Prime (obviously) and it is one of my favorites. Pencils by... someone from Deviant Art, I can't seem to find the picture again. it should still be on my computer, along with who drew it, I don;t see it anywhere, and cant find it on the website anymore. So if any of you know who drew this, let me know!

I wanted to be a Poet

I want to write a poem
So I'll take out my pen;
Take out my paper
And sit at my table.

Tap, Tap, Tap,
Goes my pen, as I ponder my Poem.

Should I describe the Sunset
In all it's radiant beauty?
The way it paints the clouds
With great yet subtle
Pinks and Purples?
The glorious Sunset,
In all it's remarkable... remarkableness...

No, it's been done to death,
And anyway, imagery's not really my bag.

I'll write about my Love
And how she makes my feel.
She makes me feel like a sunny day
Bright, and happy, and clear.
Like the birds sing a ditty,
Just for her and I, and
It's so lovely, in it's lovely... loveliness...

No, that one's been done
More than the other one,
And anyway, I'm no Romantic.

I'll write about Society.
Yeah, society, and how it's gone to shit.
But I don't really read the paper,
And I'm not sure whats going on
That makes it quite so bad,
Only that kids are growing up
Without any Dads.
Society, in all it's loathsome... loathability.

Tap... tap... tap...

I wanted to write a Poem,
Only I wasn't sure where to begin.
I took out my pen;
Took out my paper,
And the words never came.

I wanted to be Poet
But found I didn't know how.

Debates and Milk-Based Misfortunes

I got nothin' to say. It has dawned on me in the last few days, that I often have nothing to say, but I say something anyway. Weird, huh? And I'm not just talking about on this blog, I'm talking about real life.

I find myself spouting off opinions that don't really even belong to me, just so I can hear my own voice, or hopefully get into an argument with somebody. Maybe I should have been a lawyer, or someone else who argues and debates for living. Dare I say it? Dare I? I dare!

I should have been a Master... wait for it... Debater.

"Oh, I saw that coming." you say. "What a yutz!" you proclaim. Well, fuck you.

Anyhoo...

Recently Amanda and I have begun our foray into Veganism, which I have already failed at; I had a craving for potato chips and grabbed a bag of Sour Cream and Onion. My failure continued when I also grabbed a pack of gum... with Recaldent (a milk derivative, for those of you who don't know). I, of course, did not realize my mistake until I got home with said chips and gum. Hot damn, this is hard.

Despite my initial milk-based misfortunes, I think this is going to be okay. We have vegan cookbooks and the internet, what more do we need? Aside from the willpower necessary to avoid cheese. That one will be tough, since it is pretty much the most delicious substance in the known universe.

Wish us luck!

Here is something to think about until my next Post:


Catch phrase attempt #3:
Welcome to Earf.

Snake Poo Musings

Did you know snake poo stinks?

I mean REALLY stinks. Not the overwhelming stink of, say, a cat's litter box, but a wetter, musty, fill the room quickly kind of stink.

I never really noticed before, because Francis' tank was in the living room by a window, but now that is in our bedroom with a a closed door all the time you can really smell that smell. OoooO that smell. Can't you smell that smell?

In other news, watching Francis eat is really gross. His head is so very tiny, but he still manages to split his face open and cram a rat in there. It's craziness to the second degree (clearly not the the third, though)!

catch phrase attempt #2:
Get offa my lawn!

maybe?

Being paid for being Awesome

Instead of cleaning my house, I have decided to throw some more words at the Internet with a faint glimmer of hope that someone will stumble upon this blog and think I'm totally awesome. Then, perhaps that person will then decide that it would be a fantastic idea to tell me I'm awesome. And THEN maybe they will decide I'm so awesome, that they should pay me for being awesome! Awesome!

I'm not talking about you, faithful reader(s?). I'm talking about some random Internet browsing Rich Person with money to burn.

Since that is unlikely, I suppose I'd better go clean. I'll leave you to think about this:




PS. I feel like I need a catch phrase to sign off with. Here is my first attempt:

Seatbelts everyone!

no... that won't work...