Good Monday

Whenever I have a bonus comic on Fridays, it feels like I haven't written anything in forever--at least on the blog. I hope you enjoyed our first guest comic by Aleric. If you did, drop him a line or spend some time reading Hell Has Found Me.

As for me, the weekend was rather full but still laid-back. Went to Dave and Buster's on Saturday night, playing me some random arcade games and shooting the crap out of some spiders and things on a weird shooter called Go Jungle Safari, or something. Then on Sunday, I went to Nebraska City, met some colleagues, and enjoyed getting hit on by a 50+ waitress. I also was introduced to the wonder of a Dr. Pepper ICEE. I think my heart stopped at the thought, then I drank one, and it wasn't nearly as good as I'd wanted, but trying new things is always good, right?

But the best news of the weekend came in the form of a packet return from my mentor, Patricia Henley. Her kind words and suggestions boosted by writing ego back to where it should be--a little above thinking that every word I write is crap. In fact, I must leave you to write my response to her.

Gibberish tomorrow, starting off a special Robot Week--a theme that will come along rather frequently, I'm guessing, along with angels and zombies, too.

My Expensive Habit

So my love for Dr. Pepper has now become rather costly. After visiting the dentist yesterday--the x-rays, the scrapping, the mantra of "floss, floss, floss,"--I had to go back again today, where we discussed the condition of my teeth and the expenses involved with fixing them. On top of the numerous cavaties, I apparently have a cracked tooth that requires a crown. They've assured me that it will look just like a regular tooth, but for the amount of money it costs, I'd prefer it to look like a golden nugget that was born with diamond tumors. Freaking ridiculous. However, I doubt that this fact will dampen my NEED for the Dr. Pepper and pellet ice.

I was able to post a new comic today, so check it out and pretend it's funny. And if my creations don't thrill you, here is a site that should thrill you. If not, then I don't know why you're even bothering with me.

And hopefully I can figure out Paypal's mahopper and I'll be able to put up a donation button. Wacom, here I come.

Regardless...

While I was waiting in line to purchase my tasty Dr. Pepper with pellet ice, a candy name caught my eye. A carmel chew pop, not unlike a Sugar Daddy, with the name of Slo Poke.

Seriously, regardless of how pure times were back in the day, with a name as chock full o' innuendo as that, you'd think one of the higher ups might say, "Hey, guys, I think we need to change this."

Perhaps it is merely my own perversion, and I don't doubt this. But how many others crack a grin when they spy unintentional porn--even if it is a stretch of the imagination?

Call Me for the Casting

So I was watching this classic clip from George Carlin, and all I could think about was that if they ever made a biopic for him, Russell Crowe IS him. Submitted for your consideration are these two pieces of evidence.

Carlin/Crowe

Whatever. Just random musings to start out yours and my day.

As for the other goings on in my life, I WILL FINISH MY SECOND DRAFT OF MY NOVEL TODAY. That's not just a goal; it's a promise. So I'm pretty excited. And to celebrate, I'm going to get me a big "A" Dr. Pepper with pellet ice. These small things make my life better. Then, to top it all off, I'm going to check out a midnight screening of Wanted. Cheesy as some may think it looks like, that flick is going to melt faces. Timur Bekmambetov is a director to be reckoned with, and a filmmaker that I hope to see more and more on American soil. Check out his Night Watch and Day Watch. Those are two adaptations that blow their literature counterparts away (though they do make a lot more sense after reading at least one of the novels). I'll try and get a review for Wanted up by tomorrow, but seeing as I'll be quite sleepy, you may get nothing until the normal Tuesday fair.