Whoever said “Good things come to those who wait” was full of shit. Good things definitely do not come to those who wait. Good things come to people who work hard and make things happen for themselves. Good things come to people who spend less time complaining about how good things never happen, and more time making positive changes to improve their lives. I’m about to make some exciting changes in my life, and I can’t wait.
Being the Metal Gear fan that I am, when I heard there was a novel about one of my favorite video game series’ of all time, I just had to pick it up for my collection. Click below to read my review.
So I’ve been drinking soy milk quite regularly lately and I’ve had the pleasure of consuming three different brands thus far. I’d now like to take the time to express my much needed opinion on the matter:
> Pearl Soy Milk: You are delicious. Surprisingly full of flavor with a strange grainy texture that put me off at first though I have since grown to love it.
(Score: 5/5)
> Silk Soy Milk: You’re alright Silk. You kinda have just a little bit of a sour taste but that’s what makes you special. You’re no Pearl, but you’re still pretty darn good.
(Score: 3/5)
> Safeway Organics Soy Milk: You sicken me! Are you like 99% water and 1% cow crap? What the fuck Safeway? Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit; it’s drinkable but not enjoyably so.
(Score: 1/5)
And the winnah is… PEARL!
Now that you’ve read this ridiculously pointless entry, you can now purchase your much desired soy milk with confidence. And don’t forget to take your vitamins, kids!
Been wanting one for a long time and now it’s all mine! Custom built by some dude on Craigslist, this fine piece of woodcraft is sturdy, lightweight, and easily to assemble. The surface is huge, giving plenty of room for art projects of all sorts. Me, I’ll be using this baby to start my career in comics. Wish me luck! Now all I need is a drafting chair…
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I think people have a hard time buying things for me because everything I want is either way too expensive or way too specific. For example, I’ve wanted a Vespa forever. Ain’t gonna happen. Not that I’d ever expect anyone to spend that much money on me anyway though so that’s kind of a fruitless point.
This post mainly refers to the more reasonable gift ideas that I won’t be unwrapping because everything on my wish list is too unconventional. For instance, if I write down something like “Range Murata PSE Solid Collection Ver 2.0 (Blister pack release, set of 6)” on my Christmas list, not only would nobody know what the fuck that is, they definitely wouldn’t know where to find it even if they did.
Technology is another problem. I love technology, but that means I’m really picky about it too. I can’t just simply ask for a new mouse for Christmas, it’s got to be a “Microsoft White 5 Button Wired Optical IntelliMouse OEM.” Uh… What? My family is not real technical so that’s about fifty things that won’t be on my list right there.
Should be simple right? Just buy me a video game and call it good. Well, as long as it’s the right version in good condition complete with box and manual and I need it for my collection, that would be dandy! See what a pain I am? I’m not an ungrateful brat; I just have specific tastes. That doesn’t mean I won’t like what people give me, because I’m sure I will, and the fact that people gift me with anything is gift enough. After all, it is the thought that counts right? I know, I know. But man a Vespa sure would be nice.
In this digital age, even your filthy habits can now be simulated electronically. The other day I stumbled upon a kiosk at the mall advertising the “E-Cigarette”, an electronic device that acts as a alternative solution to smoking. Intrigued by the idea, I politely asked the salesman, er, what the f— is this thing? Click below to read on.
Get your hand out of my cookie jar! Rawr!
Aside from the extra bit of freedom, turning 21 actually kind of sucks. I now have no more birthdays left to look forward to because each one just means I’m getting older. Fuckin’ A. Well, at least I got some presents! Presents! Yay!
> A Birthday card that plays “Celebrate Good Times” upon opening it
> A Box of Zours candy
> A foam dart gun
> A strange magnetic drawing… thing
> Some “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” boxer shorts
> A lion-shaped cookie jar that roars and says “Get your hand out of my cookie jar!” whenever you open it to get a cookie. It sounds like Mr. T from the A-Team and makes me feel bad for eating cookies. It’s great.
Pretty cheesy gifts but that’s just how my family is. It’s the thought that counts right? My big present from my mother really was fantastic though. I am now in possession of a huge custom wood drafting table! It’s exactly what I needed in order to do some serious comic book work and other art projects. Can’t wait to set it up and start drawing again.
Pajama shirt!
21: The number of years I’ve been alive as of tonight
4: The number of bars I went to in celebration
2 ½: The number of attractive women I noticed at the bars
0: The number of drinks I had
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Started my workout fresh with a new dance pad and a new game: DDR SuperNova 2! They’re up to DDR Universe 3, but I don’t have an Xbox 360, so what! I like my big old PS2. Time to hit the dance floor! Click below to read on.
Is Shaggy a hippie? You be the judge.
One of my co-workers has concluded that I am indeed a hippie. He bases this conclusion on the following observations: 1. I’m liberal, 2. I dress weird, 3. I eat soy, and 4. I like weird music. Alright. Well. Here’s the deal: I’m not a dirty hippe! In fact, I despise hippies! To solidify my point, I shall now compare myself with an actual hippie by taking a look at five major indicators of hippieness. Click the link below to read on.
