5.06.2006
¡tantos niños lisiados!
The young student has been given the impression that children in Spanish-speaking countries are disproportionately handicapped because they are portrayed as such in the illustrations of her text book. This does not explain why she would not want to go to school in those countries.
PS, sorry for freaking out. Today after in fact a full night of sleep but one infused with vivid restless dreams wherein I imagined that I was experiencing an awkward reunion with my high-school prom date and I had discovered, in some abandoned folder of my old computer, downloaded photos of hilarious Dinosaur-Comics-brand backpacks(?) from 2003 that I never knew I had, and every other anxiety of my life paraded forth as well in a precise specific catalog of inscrutable mental trauma, I awoke still rather restless, but at last after working up a healthy sweat getting some carts in under warming pre-noon sky I felt the calm and equilibrium return once more, and as if to cement my neurotransmitter homeostasis I accidentally electrocuted myself while adjusting a lighting fixture. My first electrocution!
It mostly just felt like fear. Like my arm was for a brief moment very afraid of something, but the rest of me couldn't really understand what it was or what it had to do with the funny little buzzing sound.
Then after lunch I get back in my car and essentially all the trees in the neighborhood raped me with their air sperm. It actually snowed tree sex. Trees are MAJOR perverts. So is coral from what I understand.
faces from: 'Une vocation' by Bouguereau.
The young student has been given the impression that children in Spanish-speaking countries are disproportionately handicapped because they are portrayed as such in the illustrations of her text book. This does not explain why she would not want to go to school in those countries.
PS, sorry for freaking out. Today after in fact a full night of sleep but one infused with vivid restless dreams wherein I imagined that I was experiencing an awkward reunion with my high-school prom date and I had discovered, in some abandoned folder of my old computer, downloaded photos of hilarious Dinosaur-Comics-brand backpacks(?) from 2003 that I never knew I had, and every other anxiety of my life paraded forth as well in a precise specific catalog of inscrutable mental trauma, I awoke still rather restless, but at last after working up a healthy sweat getting some carts in under warming pre-noon sky I felt the calm and equilibrium return once more, and as if to cement my neurotransmitter homeostasis I accidentally electrocuted myself while adjusting a lighting fixture. My first electrocution!
It mostly just felt like fear. Like my arm was for a brief moment very afraid of something, but the rest of me couldn't really understand what it was or what it had to do with the funny little buzzing sound.
Then after lunch I get back in my car and essentially all the trees in the neighborhood raped me with their air sperm. It actually snowed tree sex. Trees are MAJOR perverts. So is coral from what I understand.
faces from: 'Une vocation' by Bouguereau.
5.05.2006
Fuck fuck fuck
Too much wild energy in the brain right now I can't sit down and tune into the little voices saying 'What think you of these shoes?' or whatever I mean who fucking cares so No comic today. I have work in sevenpointsixty hours there is no way I am getting to bed before 4am I mean I am WIRED. Is there -- does -- I need, I need to FILM a MOVIE. RIGHT NOW. Where can I go to do this where is the place who do I what do I have to do to do this right now. I mean, FUCK.
What the fuck, fuck webcomics! They are SO dumb. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DUMB. There was a picture here too but I took it away. Maybe actual comic on Saturday Eveningtime.
Too much wild energy in the brain right now I can't sit down and tune into the little voices saying 'What think you of these shoes?' or whatever I mean who fucking cares so No comic today. I have work in sevenpointsixty hours there is no way I am getting to bed before 4am I mean I am WIRED. Is there -- does -- I need, I need to FILM a MOVIE. RIGHT NOW. Where can I go to do this where is the place who do I what do I have to do to do this right now. I mean, FUCK.
What the fuck, fuck webcomics! They are SO dumb. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DUMB. There was a picture here too but I took it away. Maybe actual comic on Saturday Eveningtime.
5.04.2006
Idle moments.
Does it, like, grow with you, or do you have to get new ones?
Speaking of Death, the man-person himself has once again updated his MYFACE blog. I guess he wants attention or something. The important thing is that readers realize that if there are no jokes in the comic, maybe I put them elsewhere? and you are never certain.
You should also check out his new friends the band Giddy-up, Helicopter! they have a badass Smog cover and they seem generally neat.
Speaking of music, is anybody else, just, like, not listening to their new Islands cd? On account of the mega-disappointment I mean? Yes -- RIGHT. For real. Me, too.
faces from: 'Rest on Flight to Egypt' by Caravaggio.
Does it, like, grow with you, or do you have to get new ones?
Speaking of Death, the man-person himself has once again updated his MYFACE blog. I guess he wants attention or something. The important thing is that readers realize that if there are no jokes in the comic, maybe I put them elsewhere? and you are never certain.
You should also check out his new friends the band Giddy-up, Helicopter! they have a badass Smog cover and they seem generally neat.
Speaking of music, is anybody else, just, like, not listening to their new Islands cd? On account of the mega-disappointment I mean? Yes -- RIGHT. For real. Me, too.
faces from: 'Rest on Flight to Egypt' by Caravaggio.
5.02.2006
Oh, no, now I've offended them.
I have been meaning to see that.
faces from: THE BEST PAINTING EVER by Waterhouse.
I have been meaning to see that.
faces from: THE BEST PAINTING EVER by Waterhouse.
5.01.2006
A Comedic Situation
Hello. I am Helen. I deal mostly with pictures of cats in strange and amusing poses. Do you, uh, do you have any cats?
Man, what the fuck happened, April? I was all like, 'Hey look it's April', and you were just like 'Bye!' Damn. That's alright May is a nice month too. May makes us want to sing songs. Like, "Hey hey hey, it is May. What can I say? Today is some kind of... day... Um... baby."
faces from: 'A Symphony' by John Melhuish Strudwick.
Hello. I am Helen. I deal mostly with pictures of cats in strange and amusing poses. Do you, uh, do you have any cats?
Man, what the fuck happened, April? I was all like, 'Hey look it's April', and you were just like 'Bye!' Damn. That's alright May is a nice month too. May makes us want to sing songs. Like, "Hey hey hey, it is May. What can I say? Today is some kind of... day... Um... baby."
faces from: 'A Symphony' by John Melhuish Strudwick.
