Waiting on somebody so you can rock is a difficult feeling. Especially when you know you have a great measure of potential rock rolling around inside you. Also and even more especially when you tuned things and fixed things and actually wrote your songs.
I don’t have much to say of this comic. It is of a burrowing girl.
NASA is curious how awesome Mike is, and here is the answer. He is awesome enough to sing a duet of a post-grunge band long since made irrelevant. I am somewhat envious of Mike’s awesomeness; although I am sassy and a badass, I am not awesome. However, my teeth being able to close again is pretty awesome.
Whoops I forgot to update yesterday. So I’ll do four comic posts today, and extra commentary. This panel is something I actually say pretty often. Like just now, having gotten back from the dentist, upon the realisation that my bite is off and I need to go back to get this filling adjusted. Next update when I get back!
I totally forgot what I was going to write for this entry, and I’ll say it’s because my bowling tonight was hideously inconsistent. The truth is I am thinking of all the nubiles in Jason’s building, perhaps on this floor. Me without my Staff of Fuckstickery. (+3 to hit? Please like this joke.)
Up before noon! That’s what I did today, but it’s already past one so I guess I can’t list “waking up” as a resume skill. I sure can list “nine updates in a row” however.
I spent most of this morning updating my iTunes and trying to snag new stuff to cram in there. Did you know that Smashing Pumpkins kind of suck? Or that nobody wants to let me download Soundgarden’s Screaming Life/Fopp EP?
Late first panel today. This just in: OKCupid is full of awful, awful people. And to be fair, Brad never cries. His tear ducts are welded shut as a side effect of awesome punching.
The events in this panel actually ocurred a week before they were drawn and involved most of a bottle of Canadian whiskey and an empty stomach. However, they correctly identified an emotion that ocurred at the time of drawing.
I just heard from Miller that the end result of the comic/panel I posted earlier today is a black eye that’s actually growing in size and blackness. Whoops.
I have done not much today and I’m not even about to upset that by cleaning up this comic a little more than the la – oh my goodness look at that. I woke up too late today and I’ll probably just go to bed late as well.
I finally played Wipeout Fusion after having it in my car for a week. I found it at GameStop for $2, which I figured was low enough for me to feel it was an acceptable amount to spend on the game. Now that I’ve played it, I was probably wrong. Despite the fact that most of my objections to the game revolve around it being totally different from the first 3.5 Wipeout games, I’ve got a lot of other complaints. Oh holy fuck wouldn’t it be great if I listed them all in a blog? Fuck why don’t I have a blog to do that fuck fuck fuck clearly this is great usage of that technology.
Love,
Captain Cussy Pants.
My sleep schedule is totally fucked up and I keep sleeping fourteen hours a night. Not okay! I have no idea why I’m doing this but I hate it. I’m considering just staying up about 36 hours so that I can go to bed at a normal hour and then wake up at a semi-normal hour.
This is the first comic more about my life than just whatever. This was part of what happened last weekend (mostly Saturday and early morning Sunday) and it is basically a true story no matter what those dicks I wrote it about say. I mean I love those dicks? Whatever. How’s my to-do list today doing?
- Get haircut
- Deposit cheque
- Call Asa
- Do excercise
- Do guitar practice
- Do food thingy
- Do some cleanup
- Look up apartments
- Three t-shirt designs
FAWK. Whoops well what I forgot or missed wasn’t super big? I did SOME cleanup. I spent a big chunk of the day driving out to Cedar Mills with Jason. We went to Game Trader and then Awajima. I bought healthy food there so I guess that sort of applies to doing my food plan, not really. At least I wrote some comics about today, which I guess you’ll see in like a month when I actually get through the comics I have written.
Love,
Captain Cussy Pants.











