catch as catch can

The myspace thing has seeped into my brain via my eyeballs and now I'm fastidiously tracking down everyone who ever I met to get on my buddies list. If I fill it sufficiently maybe I can get into popular peoples' heaven when I die.

It's bizarre looking up old school friends as they have aged quite a bit, sometimes twice as much. It's worse that often I can't recognise people who were supposedly in the same class as me.

Must catch more friendee peeps!

Animal Cannibalism

Does eating your genetic cousins count as cannabalism?

I've seen a peacock eating chicken nuggets and it don't seem right. It seems wrong.
Very wrong.

But then a man can eat a monkey.
That's a very unsavoury gentleman in my eyes though.

The pictures very rarely have anything to do with the words by the way.

Is it a good thing or a bad thing when a book your start reading totally craps all over the one original thought you had running through your tiny little brain? They got there first!!

It's good because it means that somewhere out there is someone who thinks in a similar way to yourself.

It's bad because it reminds you of how there's only about 16 different people copied millions of times and originality is just an illusion of a delusion....or something.

beef casserole in 2-3 working days

From now on I've decided to carry a supply of readily stamped and addressed envelopes.

That means if I ever feel like sending something to myself, like small amounts of shopping, then its possible.

It'd also be quite funny to take someones house-keys and post them to 'em....
You've got a choice. Either break the post box open or knock down your own front door.

Spout outs

If my dentist is reading this please email me. I've been on your waiting list for ages and I need my face drilled off so I don't break it.

If my cat is reading this well done on your sudden evolution.

If that bastard who stole my dad's laptop is reading this. You are a bastard. I'll give you 100 buck$ for it.

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I don't want to write anything and you can't make me. Pretend this page is blank.

The service industry stole my will to turn around...

...because when I do there's gonna be someone there whom I don't want to be there.

If I rotate very quickly maybe I can turn my back on the entire world all at once.

Either that or wear restrictive blinkers that let me only see a pinprick of light at a time.

If I don't see them they're not there!

hefty bastards

I have been cursed by the Bus Gods.

Those hefty bastards won't stop for me.

It's not as if I can even shout 'Hey buddy! Do I smell or something?', because buses don't have noses.

What size potato fits up a bus exhaust?

I'm thinking baking.

If a webcomic is created and no-one is around to see it...

...does it still produce a small titter?

I've decided to put my blog to better use. As a webcomic of sorts.

A blogcomic.

Pity there is no one here to see it.