Greasers…

so i was watching some youtube videos on the fonz.  Don’t get me wrong, they are hilarious.  That being said, a couple thoughts crossed my mind.  One, who would ever think the fonz looked tough?  He didn’t look tough at all.  He looked kinda scrawny.  Two, actually i only had the one thought.  I’ll probably post another one later today, cause i forgot to post this one yesterday!  fail.

 

 

a very old problem

this always happens… especially at cultus.  there are so many people out and about on their motorized monstrosities that it really doesn’t leave a lot of room for us little guys.  Anyhoo, the third panel is me butchering one of my favorite japanese prints!  woo.

 

 

perceptions

I once drank a whole glass of orange pop… about half way through drinking it, I put it down for a second, and when I went to pick it up, I couldn’t find it.  I could only find a half-drunken glass of coke.  So anyways, long story short, it turns out I wasn’t drinking orange pop, I was drinking coke the whole time.  The last two stories make me look a little crazy i think?  ah well.

 

 

this actually almost happened

 

 

Read the comic first!  The story wrecks it.

 

Yesterday, me and Diana went to the beach.  She was in a swimming mood, I was in a sit on the beach and bake type of mood.  I always take my car key off of my key chain and bring just the key along, so i can tie it into my bathing suit or whatever.  I don’t want people stealin’ it!  Anyways, so i’m sitting there, thinking about skipping rocks… and I have the key in my hand, and a hyundai key feels very much like a smooth stone.. and so I stood up, not even thinking, about ready to skip my key across the lake, and I was about to throw it when I realized what it was, and what I was doing, and how hard that would of been to explain.  I’m kind of an idiot, i guess?  I mean, who almost skips their keys across the lake?

Me and Diana went “antiquing” the other day… but i tell yah, what passes as antiques… it was more like walking into an episode of hoarders… except everything was nicely organized.  “In this pile, we have a bunch of swiffer sweepers!  Who wants to bid?  Circa 1999, these swiffers are truly any collector’s dream.”

 

 

Prof’s gotta eat

For all my friends currently undertaking academic pursuits:  you know i loved college.  I’m not bein’ a hater.

And remember:  If you are going to college to buy time before life starts for real, what you are ACTUALLY doing is giving your profs money for food!  and that is a nobel endeavor.