INKSTAND

I just realised how suggestive that photo is! Oh my stars and garters, how freudian! It’s so funny now that I’m not going to change it at all.

It’s time consuming and inconvenient, but the payoff is nice. I’m all out of clean clothes and get to look forward to doing some tomorrow. I have to find quarters and shit.

One of my earliest reviews was for the phone sex ads they show on network tv, and I rated them rather well. However, the one exeption are the ones aimed at me. Honestly the thought of touching one of these guys makes me want to ralph, blow chunks, hurl. I’m wierd, I guess.

I was on the phone with my friend/loyal blog reader Landon when I tasted this ice cream for the first time. I don’t think he’s tried it, but I described it to him: fudge covered peanut butter filled pretzels in vanilla malt ice cream with fudge and peanut butter. This promted a dicussion about how the ice cream is like a society with the pretzels being the dominant oppressors, the fude covering it and peanutbutter filling it were the working class, and the free flowing fudge and peanut butter were the traveling transients we all got used to in Arcata, CA. It tastes fucking fantastic, but not as good as democracy.

I dig this thing. It’s farther back, so it’s subtle but I can still rock it. Even with insurance it cost me a pretty penny and I haven’t made one payment yet. ouch…
And like everyone says, if I ever need money I can pawn it. hardy har har.

This has been playing while I’ve been typing, and I have to say you get the best clips of some fucking wonderful songs. Good…you get to hear a lot. Bad….you have to listen to sales pitches, and you don’t get the whole songs. in fact you get about 10 seconds of each. I’ll keep it on in the back ground, but I know I can download all these songs for free, so I won’t buy them…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

…can be very difficult. among other things….

ok, this is a post-post crisis deal, so it requires some backstory and never being a big Flash reader, I’m not sure I can do it. But I’ll try:
The original flash, Jay Garrick is the only metahuman Flash. After that there was Barry Allen, who sacrificed himself in the original Crisis, then Wally West, former Kid Flash, then Barry’s son from the future, Bart Allen who, up unitl the last Infinite Crisis, was the new Kid Flash. With the exception of Garrick the other Flashes had to tap into something called the “Speed force”.
During the last Crisis Garrick, West and Bart Allen grabbed the psychotic Superboy Prime and pulled him into the speed force. This action was seemingly sacrificial, but necessary to save, you know, existence. The result: The speed force is gone, Wally West is dead, and Bart Allen, 16 yrs old before, has aged four years becoming an adult. He had similar problems in his youth, aging years within hours before learning to control the effect the speed force had on him.
So now, one year later, Bart is adjusting to his new, normal life. The folks at S.T.A.R. Labs are concerned because he has cut off communication with them so they can’t figure out what happened to the speed force. He’s just trying to deal. He has a job ( I think he’s a scab) at the motor works with a douchebag roommate who wants him to get wasted and laid. Now keep in mind this seeming 20 yr old is, in real time, about 10. I could relate to this part pretty well because Bart has no idea how to approach women. I don’t want to approach WOMEN, but you know what I mean. I’m 25 now and I’m about at the same level a lot of my friends were at at, like, 15. I’m working on it…
Now, one of the striking workers at the plant makes some big explosion or something. The artwork isn’t very good and it’s kind of difficult to tell what’s going on. Bart’s douchebag roommate gets caught up in it and needs rescuing. So, oddly enough, Bart somehow taps into the speedforce and barley saves him. At this point Jay Garrick, the O.G. Flash, comes in and takes over, but Bart’s a little worse for wear. How did he tap into the nonexistent speed force? He ends the issue by saying: “The speed force must never be tapped again. NEVER. I’m not going to let it kill me.” So what’s the deal? I have no idea.
Like I said, the artwork isn’t very good and the writing is sub-par. The story, however might be worthwhile for someone like me who likes to keep tabs on the big guns, even if I don’t read the title religiously. I’ll get the next few issues to see what happens.

When I took over the cereal ordering duties at my work I began to noitce that all of the cartoon character’s faces on the kids cereals look not only insane and evil, but thay are al feinding for whatever cereal it is. Case in point: Cocoa Puffs. At the time I took over cereal, the box had the bird on it, his eyes bulging out, motion lines indicating he was shaking, and there was even sweat flying off of his face. Now from what I’ve heard, these are some clear signs of withdrawl. I thought “You couldn’t make him look more crack addicted if you tried.” I was proven wrong. A short while later, the new package design came out. Motion lines? yes. Bulging eyes? yes. Sweat? yes. Only this time he actually has rings around his pupils and he’s shaking more violently. It freaks me out what these people are doing to the kids, and I hate kids.

Damn, this thing is awesome. It’s a rubbery purple monkey. It used to have suction cups on it’s hands and legs, but they don’t work anymore. He’s still fun to bounce around. I don’t know where he came from, I think a little kid must have left it at my job. Finder’s keepers.