The worst thing about this show is that it's still running. I try not to get into shows that aren't wrapped up yet, but it happens once in a while. There's going to come a point (probably in the middle of next week) where Liz and I get current on it and then will have to wait for new episodes like everyone else. Even worse, we will probably have to wait until the season is done because neither of us have Showtime.
It's weird to feel weird about smoking. Maybe I'm getting old or maybe I'm just sick of feeling stupid all the time. All I know is it's weird to feel this way.
Man, I made it! This is exciting. I feel like I should give an MTV Music Awards speech and get interrupted by Kanye. (Okay, okay, yes, we're all sick of that joke.)
I almost fell asleep before doing this. Actually, I did fall asleep for maybe twenty minutes, but magically awoke around 1:30 to do this drawing. I wanted to do more detail, but I was just so exhausted that I couldn't pull it off.
Thanks to anyone who has been reading this silly little journal of mine! Here's to the next 1000!
The "1862" came from maybe like ten seconds of Wikipedia research. Don't go thinkin' I know stuff.
Feeling this way is stupid and I wish that no one ever did. Even more, I wish there weren't people, like myself, who almost always, if not always, feel this way. This planet rules! <---sarcasm (Even though it can rule pretty hard, once in a while.)
I wish the album were out already so I could listen to it with better quality, but any quality is better than none!
I don't own any Nobunny albums, but Liz has been exposing me, and they're pretty rad. Their show was a little short, but they were still good, so it was totally worth having an awesome day to see them.
I like learning in classes. I don't like being graded. This is why I decided college was not for me. More power to those that it is for, I simply am not one of them.
Easily the best thing the instructor I spoke of said was, "I'm parched," as he grabbed his bottle of lemonade. "There's lemonade in there. I don't know what else is in there...but whatever it is...it makes you not care what students do." This was five minutes or so after three students walked out of class. maybe he was talking about them, maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was getting drunk, maybe he wasn't. I sure hope he was, on both counts.
I swear to Christ, Liz never stops making amazing food. Like every day. Makes me wanna hone my skills. But, you know, when I'm spending all of this time with her and she is already a hundred times better than me at it at ten years younger, why should I make crappier food?
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"September eleventh."
"September eleventh who?"
"YOU SAID YOU'D NEVER FORGET!"
Marquis de Sade has always been an interesting character to me. Still is. Must do some research on the man.
It was pretty nice to get back home, as nice as it is to leave. As much as I like a lot of other places, no matter where I live, there will always be something quite relaxing about getting back home from a trip.
I really wish that I were a better guitarist. This is why I keep trying.
There were so many things here and there that went wrong on this trip, to be honest. But, to further be honest, I would rather spend a few fucked up days outside of Arizona than a few standard (or even good) days inside of it. It's not that this is the most miserable place on the planet. Just during summer. Which is like 8 months long here.
Easily the worst hotel experience of my life. I had paid for the room well in advance on Orbitz, and when we got there, they had rented it out to someone else because we were checking in late. There's a lot more, but I really don't want to talk about it anymore, I just want to forget it.
My throat's feelin' a little hurty. If I get sick this weekend, I'm gonna punch a baby in the face.
EDIT: I probably won't be posting any panels until Tuesday or Wednesday night, at which point I will be less than twenty days from my 1000th consecutive day of doing this silly little comic I somehow love so much. If you get bored, I'm post way too much on Twitter, and I imagine I'll be posting some photos here and there on my photo blog, which may or may not be exciting.
I know that everyone is a critic, and I frankly find it a bit annoying. That being said, I wish that the entire film had been as good as the forty-or-so minutes in the middle, because it would probably be one of my favorite movies. Who knows? Maybe when I see it a couple more times, I will like it all that much.
No matter what, it was pretty BFA.
