Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
During the train ride, the operator calls the wrong name for a station and folks just go completely bonkers. We stopped at the correct station and all was well, but geez. Wacky thing is, I arrived in the office at my usual time.
Refusing to see today's commuting woes as a portent of a lousy day, I went to Burger King for some breakfast and learned they serve Whoppers in the morning! Beats the fat-laden Croissan'wich anyday of the week! A plain Whopper and a cup of coffee means a happy De... for the time being (hee hee).
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
But that all changed today.
Coming out of the subway, a fellow commuter stepped on the back of my shoe and gave me a "flat tire." Normally, I would have let it go but the one responsible said, "Oh, I'm sorry" in the same manner Jules from Pulp Fiction used before asking if he broke Brad's concentration. My oh-so-clever retort was "Thanks, Jerk" and that's how it started. The two of us exchanged a few unpleasantries, the worst of which was "jackass" (by him). At that point, I decided to shut up and hope him getting the last word would end it. Thankfully it did and I was able to keep my ticking time bomb of fury in check.
I didn't want to launch into a tirade of profanity with the ton of tourists and their children around. I also didn't want things to escalate to the point where I'd likely be looking at a little jail time and a court appearance. Yay me, I guess.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Hopefully the weekend will be semi-decent. Keep your stick on the ice.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
The man, the legend known as Wes pointed to an Anime Face Maker. While I was waiting for the laptop to boot up, I made what I thought was a semi-decent self-portrait:
Granted, my face is a bit rounder (I like cheeseburgers, so sue me) and my neck is quite a bit thicker. I'm curious what the rest of you come up with.
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There's not an awful lot going on at the moment but should my muse decide to appear today, I'll pop off another entry. In the meantime, enjoy another picture of GIs fighting dinosaurs during World War II:
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
When you hear a title like Fart: The Movie, you expect fart jokes and lots of them. The description I read made it appear that the film was fart jokes in the context of a romantic comedy. In a movie running roughly an hour and a half, there are maybe 10 minutes worth of fart jokes.
The Eddie Murphy version of The Nutty Professor had more gassy guffaws than this piece of drek. I feel robbed. I want that time back but we all know how that works. If you happen to run into this movie at the video store or on Netflix or something, stay away. Do yourself a favor and get Thunderpants instead. That's a movie that truly delivers the flatulent funny.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Snell has very graciously included me in his listings of Comic Blogs That Don't Suck, so I'm only too happy to return the favor.