I Guess I Will Come Back...

I have been on a sabbatical for a while... It is strange that it was a complement that made me stop writing... well I thought about it and I realized that I can't let that stop me and my bad grammar from infesting the world, like cockroaches, maybe even flying cockroaches... yeah flying insects of unnatural evil that die only at the hand of an h-bomb, and still only if they are hit directly...


Well here is goes again, not every day, but I will try at least once a week... partly because I have classes that require that I write a paper a week, and I will be writing a tunnelingly-capalistical amount...


And if readers are lucky and behave, and not throw their e-underwear at me, I may link movies and cool things like THIS on here...


Ha got you with that, there is nothing linked up there... suckers...

What To Write...

So I have not been too great at keeping this blog going lately, I want to just blame it on the amount of school that I have this year and all the other distractions that are around, and I think I shall...

But the other day I was thinking about the things that I had to do so that I would not die. And when those moments come around, and I know that I REALLY need to remember them, I write them on my hand... So I did...

Bank
Rent
Plan B-day Party

Then I remembered that I have a blog and some weird people sometimes like to read what I think, and so I wrote something that I had been thinking of that day to write on...

Carrots

Of course I didn't blog that day, and when I looked at my list the next morning, I couldn't remember why I thee heck I was thinking... And I still don't... I guess I will figure it out someday, and there will be something on here about the carrot and it's amazing applications and influences on the treatment of skin cancer or something...

For now, I guess we should all eat more of Bugs Bunny's favorite food group, and maybe we can avoid being shot by a bald midget...

Leave The Paper Alone...

Why do they put perforated edges on pieces of paper when they don't want you to rip off those bits?...

Here I am, trying to get some important banking documentation done, and they hand me a paper and tell me to get a signature on it from somebody, I won't say who, and bring it back in to finalize the deal. So I do what they say, gain the signature with much vigour, and happy with my work I look at the document and see that it has some nice little holes lining the small signature boxes. Like bubble wrap in a shipped package they called out to me, and they were too irresistible to ignore...

So in a rampage of excited folding and taring and happy crumpling and tossing of excess paper, I used those little lines made of holes and freed my document of unnecessary cluttering paper bits...

When I arrived at the bank, glad that the task at hand was over and one with, I walked into the lobby of the building where all the monies are magically transformed into little digits on a computer. Triumphantly I placed the document on the counter and ask that I be treated as a respectable citizen, and that the banker come and greet me with a hearty handshake. Then the teller looked at the little piece of paper that I had placed before him, and laughed...

He told me that I had to do my work all over again. That this document would not be able to be processed by there printer. Right in front of my eyes he held the signed document up on high, and tore it in half, in such a way as to resemble the Pharisees rending their garments at a blasphemous outcry...

So if they don't want somebody to do something, why do they make it overly easy to do it? Why do you give me the joy of perforated edges on pieces of paper when you want the whole piece to be intact when I give it back?... I don't understand it...