What to do
Well, I'm sitting here, making the next comic, which will probably be up around night tomorrow, if you bother reading it, and I happen upon my friend's bloggy blogger blog blog thing. Well, I know you've seen my posts here. I barely, if ever, reach a third paragraph. I say what needs to be said, mainly pertaining to my comic, and then I'm out. I have too much to do to sit around, I've got a city at my fingertips, and I am just out there. Gone.
Well, back to the point, my friend has this entire . . . well, not really a blog. It's quickly approaching a book. We're talking, every couple of weeks, and out is pumped another page, for all intents and purposes. And that's got me thinking (and if you know me, alarm bells should be ringing now).
What the HELL am I doing? Like, what am I doing? This sounds ridiculous. Let me rephrase this. What the hell am I doing posting mindless little thoughts on some blog in the corner of a webcomic, when my friend here is, for all intents and purposes, pouring into their blog? So, again, the cogs started turning, and I resolved a few things. Revelations, if you will. No, no, that title would give them too much diginity. How about ... life remarks? Whatever.
1) I want to die smiling. Life is depressing enough already, people. Let's try to end it on a high note, and die grinning like fools. I want my obiturary photo to look like I just got back from a month in Hawaii. Plus, it'll spite whatever supernatural being you believe in. "Take that God, I was happy! HEAR ME, HAPPY!?!"
2) I want a Dr. Pepper. This isn't really related at all. But man, am I thirsty right now. I could drink a small lake, or maybe an ocean. If you really care, you'll send me a Dr. Pepper by mail, as the one time I tried emailing a snickers bar, It just made my scanner sticky.
3) I don't have a clue what I'm discussing, exactly. I think I had a point somewhere around here... but I lost it along the way. Maybe that's the point. Maybe if you get the point, you're missing it.
4) I hate Firefox. Yes, this may burn your ears if you are one of the Mozilla Faithful, but frankly, I'm tired of Firefox timing out just before a page loads. It's done this exactly twice over the two months I have used it, and I cannot take it anymore. NOT ONE STEP BACK!
5) Blogs are pointless. At least, if you aren't talking about anything. You can lump me in with the rest. Yes, that's right. My ego's giving a little. But wait until you see point 6.
6) Read Pylon more often. Pylon can do anything. It's cured depression, and cancer, and the common cold. Actually, it hasn't cured anything. Read it anyway. NOW. NOW.
So, I sat back, and I said, "Wow, my mind has wandered. Wonder where it's headed next." And that's when it hit me. That's what blogs are for! I'm not telling you here, you'll have to find out for yourself. It's like life: If I ruin the ending, you'll go and commit suicide, since you'll (d'uh) know the ending. It's like a Star Wars movie. No, not the 'prequel' crap. I'm talking the first three, or... the ones made before special effects became cheap side shows.
Anyway, I think the point is that, um... I'm doing whatever the hell I want. Starting now. I'm my own master... until I have to do laundry. Then it's back to the cleaners... hehe. Inside joke. Man, I don't understand how people live without a sense of humor. Life's funny. Like, the other day, someone on the floor above me must have been dropping things out the window, because I swore things were knocking on the window, and unless people are grappling up EIGHT STORIES just to tap on some random guy's window, then something must have been hitting it on the way down.
So anyway, Here's to Pylon, and the limitless unlimited! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!
Well, back to the point, my friend has this entire . . . well, not really a blog. It's quickly approaching a book. We're talking, every couple of weeks, and out is pumped another page, for all intents and purposes. And that's got me thinking (and if you know me, alarm bells should be ringing now).
What the HELL am I doing? Like, what am I doing? This sounds ridiculous. Let me rephrase this. What the hell am I doing posting mindless little thoughts on some blog in the corner of a webcomic, when my friend here is, for all intents and purposes, pouring into their blog? So, again, the cogs started turning, and I resolved a few things. Revelations, if you will. No, no, that title would give them too much diginity. How about ... life remarks? Whatever.
1) I want to die smiling. Life is depressing enough already, people. Let's try to end it on a high note, and die grinning like fools. I want my obiturary photo to look like I just got back from a month in Hawaii. Plus, it'll spite whatever supernatural being you believe in. "Take that God, I was happy! HEAR ME, HAPPY!?!"
2) I want a Dr. Pepper. This isn't really related at all. But man, am I thirsty right now. I could drink a small lake, or maybe an ocean. If you really care, you'll send me a Dr. Pepper by mail, as the one time I tried emailing a snickers bar, It just made my scanner sticky.
3) I don't have a clue what I'm discussing, exactly. I think I had a point somewhere around here... but I lost it along the way. Maybe that's the point. Maybe if you get the point, you're missing it.
4) I hate Firefox. Yes, this may burn your ears if you are one of the Mozilla Faithful, but frankly, I'm tired of Firefox timing out just before a page loads. It's done this exactly twice over the two months I have used it, and I cannot take it anymore. NOT ONE STEP BACK!
5) Blogs are pointless. At least, if you aren't talking about anything. You can lump me in with the rest. Yes, that's right. My ego's giving a little. But wait until you see point 6.
6) Read Pylon more often. Pylon can do anything. It's cured depression, and cancer, and the common cold. Actually, it hasn't cured anything. Read it anyway. NOW. NOW.
So, I sat back, and I said, "Wow, my mind has wandered. Wonder where it's headed next." And that's when it hit me. That's what blogs are for! I'm not telling you here, you'll have to find out for yourself. It's like life: If I ruin the ending, you'll go and commit suicide, since you'll (d'uh) know the ending. It's like a Star Wars movie. No, not the 'prequel' crap. I'm talking the first three, or... the ones made before special effects became cheap side shows.
Anyway, I think the point is that, um... I'm doing whatever the hell I want. Starting now. I'm my own master... until I have to do laundry. Then it's back to the cleaners... hehe. Inside joke. Man, I don't understand how people live without a sense of humor. Life's funny. Like, the other day, someone on the floor above me must have been dropping things out the window, because I swore things were knocking on the window, and unless people are grappling up EIGHT STORIES just to tap on some random guy's window, then something must have been hitting it on the way down.
So anyway, Here's to Pylon, and the limitless unlimited! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!
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