I've been working a new full time job, so I'm fucking tired.  That's why there haven't been any comics or anything.  I'm sure I'll do some weird shit soon.  Gotta revive that god damn pomeranian.  But I'm on here to share some insight:

When I was young, I used to watch action movies and feel empowered, like I was immortal.  An inner strength planted in my youthful mind by the media.  But now that I'm a little older, I realize that there's a better word to describe that feeling.  I was "impressionable."  If you're living in the United States, or any other country driven by the media (and I'm not talking about newspaper - I'm talking about tv, internet, video games, movies, books) - you are being mind controlled.  All your ideas of who you are, what you're supposed to be, and the definitions of what something is are all implanted in you by those forms of media.  When you think of a doctor, you probably think of someone in a white suit, toting a stethoscope, walking around with a clipboard and talking to patients.  A business man wears a pressed suit, a hat, and carries a briefcase.  And a policeman is always driving around, making sure to ruin your life with every chance he's given.  What about a super hero?  Those guys don't exist, but you still imagine them, and want to be them.  The envy is instilled in you because you can see those guys right in front of you, but you will never be them, no matter how hard you wish or hope.  I mean, just think about it:  What label describes you?  If you're a doctor, a business man, a cop, you're not always walking around with a uniform on.  You're just another human being.  Who are you, really?

And you won't stop being impressionable.  You're born with it.



I remember watching these when I was 14 or something.  They're fucking random and hilarious.  Don't watch if you have epilepsy.

Arfenhouse: The Movie
Arfenhouse 2
 I think the second one is the better of the two, but they're both pretty funny.  They're just weird in a weird sort of way.  There are like four sequels to the second one, but I haven't seen any of them.


Good Morning, I am an Onion

I saw these fucked up things in my kitchen, and decided that they needed to be freed from their earthly realm. That's right. They've been "modified" by a laptop and MS Paint.

My Happy Place

I was having a panic attack the other night, and someone suggested that I go to my happy place.  I didn't really have any idea of what that would be, so I just sat down in my bed and closed my eyes.  I let my imagination do the rest of the work.

I first imagined Chuck Norris.  Then I decided he should have a monkey on his back.  Then I envisioned him running up the side of a mountain.

I'd watched the movie "The Mist" the night before, and I decided to take an antagonist from that movie (the giant tentacle monster), and have Mr. Norris destroy him.
That kind of weird shit put my mind right at ease, and threw me into a gleeful coma from which I woke refreshed.  My dreams that night had nothing to do with Chuck Norris or monkeys, but it was the thought that counted.


Google, a multi-billion dollar company, is telling me that I can't make money from my blog.  Looks like someone's been spamming my adsense too much, but I don't blame you because I would have liked to see some income from this.  My goal was, admittedly, to receive a check from adsense and put it toward a carton of marlbs.  I don't think that's too much to ask.

I finally reached that goal.  I had $63.00 in my account.  Now that that's happened, they're taking my money away.  I don't see anything outstanding about $63.

So fuck them.  This blog's going to be for me, and about me from now on.  I'm not going to help anyone out with this except myself and my readers.  Screw the advertisers, and screw google.  They suck :(