Filler #3!

     Last filler post, honest. Technically, I did get home yesterday, but the plane should have gotten in (not sure exactly when it will, but that's time-travel writing for you) at 8:15pm, and I have to be ready for a class today, so... one more filler and back to full-length randomness this Friday, I promise.

     This is something that happened to me when I was working at a temp job for a government contractor. I didn't really have an office, per se, so they tucked me into what was basically a corner, gave me a computer and a scanner, and a couple million (ok, maybe 50) boxes of files to be scanned. Not exactly a highly

Filler #2!

     Being as that I'm still on vacation (well, I will be when you read this post), here's another random sketch from the ones that didn't make it. This was started when I was doing the post about the picture of myself on the wall- I think I was going to try to draw myself small and having an attitude, yelling at me for putting me on a box on the wall or something. For some reason, when I started drawing it tho, the picture itself wouldn't behave, and eventually turned into me sitting on a bench in a park, eating ice cream. No idea how that happened, it just didn't want to co-operate (story of my life, eh?).

Filler #1!

     As many of you know, I am on vacation from November 19th to the 27th, visiting family and friends I've not seen in about six years. Rather than just let you guys suffer from a lack of stories, however, I've dug up some older sketches that never quite made it on here, for one reason or another.

     This one was supposed to be a complaint about a particularly heinous day I had. When I woke up, it was literally freezing outside and my heater had decided not to work. When I got home, naturally, it was

Pickup Line 6

     I've heard a couple different variations of the Tennessee line, some of them repeatable in polite company, some of them not. Regardless, they're all pretty bad (is there such a thing as a good pickup line?), so here's a comeback for you, should you ever run into it.

In case of confusion...

     A friend and I were talking about being overworked recently, and a certain correlation was pointed out between being overworked and being a zombie- noticeably a lack of upper brain functions, aversion to daylight, semi-somnolent ambulatory skills, etc, etc. So if you're starting to be a little confused as to whether you are an overworked stiff or a zombie, here's a convenient flowchart for you to follow.

Brain connections

     Do you remember being in school and having to draw brainstorming clouds? You know what I mean, right, where you start with one idea, and then you have to draw lines to other ideas that connect to that one, and more that connect to those, and try to get a "good, solid set of ideas for this paper/ project/ presentation/ whatever" that the teacher wanted you to work on?

     Yeah, that. Want to know a secret? I hated those. Passionately. Not because I couldn't come up with ideas, oh no. I hated them for a couple reasons. For one, there was never enough space. If you give me a piece of paper the size of a parking lot, I might have enough space to fit in, say, three layers of concepts, but it would

Modernized adages

     In an attempt to clean up the language a little, so we don't confuse the heck out of either ourselves or foreigners trying to learn the muddled chaos that is English, I would say it's time to update our supply of adages a little bit. Let's face it, not many people go around receiving horses as gifts anymore, or picking up eggs in the morning, regardless of how many baskets are used, or that sort of thing. Instead, here are a few modernized versions:

1) Don't look a gift car under the hood:

Organization and structuring

     Taking a break from the deep, philosophical meanderings of recent posts, I'd like to say something about spring/ fall cleaning and the need for it to be done on many, many layers of life. To start with, here's a bit of background:

     I live in a nice, quiet little apartment complex in a fairly decent area. Unfortunately, it is in a no-man's land, stuck between Denver and its outlying suburbs, barely inside one district despite being 10 blocks or less from all the amenities of another one, and pretty much right on the line between two counties. For almost eight months, I have been able to work around, deal with, or ignore this, and life has gone on relatively sedately. Until my birthday last month...

     I adore my friends and family, really I do. I even love the fact that I only have one long-standing friend who lives in this state, and all the rest of them are horrible slackers, like me, when it comes to