And I'm cold and I'm WET!!!

Oh yes ladies and gentlemen, there's nothing quite like walking 3 to 4 miles to your car in the rain and sleet and snow with no hat or hood...
Can't feel hands.

Art wise, I'm sorry and will remain sorry until I submit something. Which won't be for about another two weeks, a.k.a. after finals. After which I will certainly try not to disappoint, not my long time watchers and not my brand new watchers.

And just to get an idea how I could please you, the noble watcher, what would you most like to see me draw come holiday time. Gerneral subjects please. Dragons, lizard people, monsters, comics, things like that.


... so coooold.

Turkey sandwiches... turkey ice cream... turkey personal-watercraft... turkey contactlenses... turkey paste... turkey powered car... turkey water-heater... turkey based religion...

Is there anything you can't do with turkey!? And for my non-States watchers who may not know what Thanksgiving is all about... you're on the internet, use it.



Oh, and I made the horrible discovery today that the crappy movie I'm watching on MST3K right now, Parts: The Clonus Horror had a "remake-in-everything-but-name" remake called The Island by Michael Bay. All the more reason to burn Michael Bay with napalm...

On the bright side I did at long last rediscover the Tiny Toon Adventures, which for me is one of those \"way-more-entertaining-than-it-should-be\" type American cartoons from the 90's. Ahhh, memories...

It seems I'll be 19 on Tuesday...

When the hell did that happen? Just for fun, I'll list everything I remember being there for.

In no paticular order-
There was 9/11.
The first episode of Ed, Edd, and Eddy.
The last episode of MST3K.
George W. Bush sworn into office.
Obama sworn into office.
Previews for Halo 2.
Godzilla 2000 in theaters.
Godzilla, the American one.
The first time my mom was pulled over for speeding.
The time I smashed my skull on a concret floor.
The time I saw a friend crack his head open on a sharp rock.
The "new" AT&T.
New Orleans being sunk by a hurricane.
The time I saw my first prostitue waiting on the street corner.
The first time I realized there was a porn video store next door to a kids toy store.
The time I got flipped off by the Special-Ed kids.
The time I got mugged by a 5 year old.
The start of the "Sci-Fi" channel.
When AOL would send people "2 Weeks Free" internet in the mail
Arnold Schwarzenegger becoming governor of "Cal-I-Phorn-I-nA".
The fall of video cassettes.
The rise of DVDs.
E-mail.
Getting a bear hug from a Klingon at a Star Trek convention.
The overwhelming fear of the "Y2K Bug".

Here's to nearly another two decades of "life"...

Because without you, the people, I would be nothing. This journal is purely for you enjoyment and no comment is needed.

The terrible "twos" of American cartoons, each lasted only two seasons but is still fun as hell to watch.

Dilbert--> [link] One of those special breeds of mid-90's American cartoons that the older you were, the more you enjoy it. Speaking as an engineer in training, yes, it is THAT bad...

The Critic season 1--> [link] and 2--> [link] It's a cartoon for movie people. Just make sure you brush up on your 90's stars if you want to get all the jokes.




Alright, now that the lighter side has had it's time to shine, it's time to discuss something more serious.
Has video game violence gone to far? A mission where you must slaughter innocent people?--> [link]
Speaking as a gamer, I feel it is an interesting story mechanic myself and a very risky one at that. How do you, the watcher, feel?


Is it bad taste to place these two topics in one journal? You bet your ass it is.

For those of you who delete written deviations as much as I do.

In an old mansion on the top of a dark hill lived a miserly old woman named Ms. Hamerdingle who searched for the secret of eternal life. She commissioned an evil scientist, Professor Firefly, to find the answer for her. He dug up dead bodies and attempted to transplant semi-living brains into the dead corpses! The results were often horrible monstrosities of doom and death! Creatures so vile and sickening that even the emotionally stunted scientist and the bitter old woman were repulsed, so they used the failed experiments in place of illegal migrant workers as maids, gardeners, and things like that. One day she became tired of his constant failure and at last confronted him.
"Professor Firefly! I am tired of your constant failure, both in the lab and in your everyday life!" the old woman shrieked at him.
"But madam, the reason I am failing is because I have no living subjects to perform the transplant on. I need fresh human bodies that are alive!" he retorted.
"Very well, I shall find some young human type people for you to put my brain in!"
Days later, in a smokey loft in LA's east side, a group of college drop outs where flipping through the classified adds looking for some temp jobs. Steve, a dark haired nondescript kind of character noticed an add searching for some young, attractive, jug-headed individuals who didn't ask too many questions, to cater a party for a professor's elderly grandma would be turning 102 years young! He was over come with joy, he and his roommates Linda and Karen could kinda cook and they never asked questions. They were perfect! Now all they had to do was just hitch a ride to 1313 Monster Killing Girls Ave.!
When the milk truck pulled up to the house the group piled out, starting with the bubbly and "gifted" Linda. A sweet girl, whose bosoms were bigger than her head. Next came Karen, a passive aggressive kinda chick who couldn't choose if she was goth, emo, or a metal head. And of course Steve. The first thing they noticed was a really old woman and a professor looking guy waiting for them at the foot of a mansion, and there was also a really horrible monster type gardener with hands the size of frying pans!
"Hey does anyone else have a bad feeling about this?" Steve whined.
"Pfft, you always have a bad feeling about something. You had a bad feeling about the muffin you ate this morning." Karen snapped.
As they approached the house the old woman mumbled to the scientist, "I want the one with the huge boobs!" The scientist professor type guy eye balled the group. Yes, these chumps were perfect, he would first perform the procedure on the nondescript male to make sure his methods really worked. Then he would transplant the brain of the goth emo chick, to refine his methods. And at last he would put the old woman's brain in the body of the one with the chestesticles!
"GO! Huge gardener monster, bring them to the lab and put them in the closet with the lock!" the professor yelled when the youths were inside the tacky mansion.
"BLHRAROAUR!!" Yelled the gardener.
Within seconds, the drop outs were in the laboratory closet with no way out! They were trapped between Celia and Charybdis, a rock and a hard place, stuffing or potatoes! Steve curled up into a ball and sucked his thumb, Linda fixed her hair and adjusted her boobs, and Karen search the closet desperately looking for a way out. Much to their luck, Karen found the key to unlock the door, how fortunate for them! She unlocked the door, and they ran for their lives! On their way out they beat the crap out of the professor and the old lady for being the weirdos they were. They even through the old lady into a big hole the gardener monster had been digging, and as she plummeted she cried "Why won't anyone listen to me talk about my grandchildreeeeeeeeeen!?" Splat!
When they at last returned home, safe and sound and with most of their brains still in their heads Steve observed. "We must never forget what happened here this day, when man attempted to cheat death and in the end made monsters. Are we not destined to create monsters when we tamper in God's domain?"
To which Karen replied, "Can you shut up now? Something about nearly dying really put me in the mood for a three-way, now get in this bed and do us!"
Steve was a very happy man that night.