Dude

Have I talked about how much I love Perfect Stars? I love Perfect Stars.

I love the fictional dialogues between Oscar Wilde and Bosie wherein Oscar eloquently professes his love for Bosie only to have him (Bosie) respond with a bitter jab about Oscar's weight.

comedy.

Problems With The Place That I Live In

Question: I live in a pretty small town (currently). But it is a pretty cool small town. There is a decent selection of "local color" businesses, two of the higheset-tech McD's in the country, a Wal-Mart, several gas stations, and a porn store. Why do we not have a comic shop? This is a college town people. Do you know how good of business you would turn opening the only pretentious indie comic shop in town? Come on people. Get on the ball.

A day is an interminable period of time.

I'm fuck serious. It is ridiculous.

Oh man, last night I totally had sex with like 3 hot nekkid chix.

      Is it still cool for 17 year olds to have boners for Conor Oberst? I hope not.

      In other news, I've spent about 2 hours over the course of three or so days using my newfound proficiency in Ada 95 to make it so that when I type "omg", "wtf", or "lol" into a terminal it prints out something humorous.

      Also: In the wise words of one R. Beef Kazenzakis "What sucks is life".

      If I end up going to grad school for english or literature (knock the hell out of that wood) I think I'll do my dissertation on Achewood or other webcomicera. If nothing else it could delay my long, slow, sad descent into being the guy who lives in an apartment, 38, with too many accounts on too many online tech fora and a bizarre fixation on recursive acronyms. Still never having known the touch of a woman (though that one's pretty much "fo' sho" anyway). I don't know what that has to do with anything.

I Like The Idea Of Treble Woofers... Drive Around Listening To The Clash, Shatterin' Windows...

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