Friday, January 02, 2004
Thursday, January 01, 2004
It's going to be a long night.
Wednesday, December 31, 2003
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-- Robert Frost
Yeah, it's that time of year again, Happy Death-Day to me!
Just two short years ago I didn't so much shuffle this mortal coil as I sort of shrugged it a little. Anyways, it always makes me wax philisophical-like.
You know, I must have read this poem a hundred times over my seven year college career, most often in my second Sophmore year when I had to take a poetry class, and it never really struck a chord.
It does now.
Now I'm gonna go jerk off.
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
HONOLULU–In an announcement with grave implications for the primacy of the species of man, marine biologists at the Hawaii Oceanographic Institute reported Monday that dolphins, or family Delphinidae, have evolved opposable thumbs on their pectoral fins.
"I believe I speak for the entire human race when I say, 'Holy fuck,'" said Oceanographic Institute director Dr. James Aoki.
The Onion rules!
Monday, December 29, 2003
Never miss an opportunity to kick me in the balls, do you god?
Well one way or another I will get my new comic strips scanned and mailed to Zombie at Chaos In Motion in the next few days. Even if it kills me.
And it might.