Have you ever seen one of those shirts or stickers with Garfield (the orange cat who isn't Heathcliff) holding a cup of coffee, saying something like "I hate Mondays"?

Why does he hate Mondays?

He's a fucking cat...what, does he have a job or something?

Or maybe...and this is a stretch...Garfield hates Mondays because, after one glorious day of technicolor bliss, everything returns to simple black line drawings on a white background (with a very conservative sprinkling of crosshatches).

Yeah, Mondays suck...but not as much as Garfield.

I just actually read a good issue of Uncanny X-Men.

A NEW issue.

Interesting.

I really don't update this much, do I? Apparently, the "curse of fluency" leaves me when there are neither matters academic nor economic for me to bitch about. Generally, everything is going well, which is, of course, the single most suspect state of events to the paranoid mind.

I found my new love in a shiny white package marked "Nintendo", recently. No, it wasn't one of those Wii cardboard cut-outs, it was, in fact, the DS Lite, such an amazing sight to behold that Aiah was compelled to travel around town trying to procure her own the same day.

I, of course, pre-ordered.

As if online tetris weren't enough, I am now fiendishly awaiting the U.S. release of the Opera browser, which will officially succeed in making me into one of those assholes who can't bear to be pried away from their shiny, portable, gadget x for more than 5 minutes each day.

This can't be good for my already dwindling supply of free time.

By the way, in all likelihood, I will be starting my new job as administrative/editorial assistant at Strauss Consultants on July 31.

It's always better on holiday / so much better on holiday / that's why we only work when / we need the money

Moving day is Wednesday.

More precisely, the first moving day is on Wednesday.

Yay and fuck.

California on the 8th, Portland on the 23rd.

So, lately I've been having a lot of this so-called "work" to do. Couple of freelance writing projects, moving my stuff (slowly), and trying to put together a treatment for my graphic novel, for which I have the general outline, a detailed outline for the first "issue", but I am completely unable to communicate in a page of text.
Also, what I have to wonder is: who reads these, and for what reason?
If I could find a great artist tomorrow, I would just go full-steam ahead on the story itself, and to hell with the intermediary steps.

Some other projects I have been kicking around:

-A Crash Wiki, which would enable users to edit and improve the original screenplay for "Crash", inevitably improving the film's structure and impact.

-The forever-ago Huck Finn and Jim animated comedy project. Oh, those two. They're hilarious together.

-Want to learn web design. And Cantonese.

Did you know that now there's an Overheard in the U.K.?

This is doubly ironic for me, because I discovered the original Overheard in N.Y. while in London feeling a bit of longing for my home in the new world. Now I can remember all those classy English one-liners that I didn't hear because I was too busy nearly getting hit by double-deckers.

http://www.overheardintheuk.com/

obviously.

My hipster, music-snob self is so disgusted with what's on my stereo right now.

I wonder, is this actually the worst cd I own?

One would hope.

clue:





If you figured it out, you're as bad as me.

Interestingly, the livejournal spell-checker does not recognize the now very common term "google" as a word. I think that we all can agree that google not only a word, but has the potential to have the most wide range of syntactic uses since the word "fuck."

But that, fellow cartoon supervillians, is not why I have called this meeting.

The list of possible replacements for the word google strikes me as so perfectly pleasurable a plethora of palabras, that it bears re-printing here:

go ogle, go-ogle, goggle, googly, Gogol, giggle, gaggle, gargle, gurgle, joggle, googlies, Gogol's

Prize for the first person to use all the above in a poem extolling the virtues of the search giant (or the abstractly huge number.)

Watching Family Guy the movie. You know those ads before the movie, the ones that ask, "Would you steal a car, would you steal a house, would you steal a... yummy stack of pancakes?"

The answer:

If I could over the internet without trying particularly hard, yes, I probably would.

Mmm. Pancakes.