The grooves in my cerebral cortex form the words "birth control"

"Well, if you don't like Starbucks' coffee obviously you haven't tried it in the States."

"I have, actually, and it still tastes like shit."


Anyway, as if it's not entirely clear to my readers, with the exception of "The Lost Boys" vampires in movies are whiney little bitches I couldn't care less for. The vampire, in my opinion, is basically moot for anything more than tapping the angst-ridden teenage girl angle.

This in mind I recently noticed something: The Anne Rice "Vampire Chronicles" series was for a semi-previous generation of angst-ridden teenage girls. These girls have now grown up, had kids of their own and now these kids have gotten into "Twilight" as their angst-ridden teenage girl series.

In 20ish years, I plan on writing my own series of vampire books and capitalizing on the third generation of angst-ridden and so-on...

I read bits of one or two of the Rice books and have had a passage of "Twilight" read to me and see creating an emo masterpiece to be in cinemas next season (in 20ish years) is no hard task. I will make a fucking million plus.



I'll get to it later.

Thank you.

Would Mad Magazine call this a "blerg"?

I recently discovered that all I'm anyway halfway decent at writing is this stupid blog, comments on video games and anything involving zombies.

I must embrace this trifecta. This trinity.

I played Left 4 Dead 2 today.

Shit.

The words fly at me faster than I can type, but the vlog is so passe, so the kids that I made up in my mind tell me.



Let's try something else, shall we?
So, a couple have told me that they read this business I lay into the tubes, and one can assume they return for more. Now while I'm trying to keep this free and fun, I'm also down with what the people want. If you read and like, dislike, etc., my blog then by all means, feel free to throw pies full of poo of critique my way. It's how I prefer.

I go hide now.

Did I ever tell you about the time...

Last year the batteries in my wall clock died, preventing it from telling me the time until new ones were put in it. During the period that time had stopped (according to the clock, that is), there were no tidal waves, the seas didn't boil and volcanoes didn't shower the earth's surface with destruction.

Just because the Mayans stopped counting doesn't mean the proverbial is going to hit the fan. Get over it.


Spending your family Christmas party on the couch watching golf is stupid and ignorant. Also it's very rude. My uncle's actions put a large crimp on my day late last year and was the final straw that destroyed any yule cheer I may have still contained. Cutting off an important conversation about something those partaking all care about for a trivia quiz is also quite rude.

Yeah, that'll do.

My social network can beat up your social network.

Does it bother anybody else that pineapple is often abbreviated as "pine" on juices and such (ie: Pine/Passionfruit)? I feel I'm about to drink air freshener. Or tree.

Also, I considered entering the Escapist's webcomic competition but later thought not to, as my previous webcomics lead to laziness and lethargy as well as the fact I really ain't that good at comics. Someone else would no doubt win over me if I did enter and that's not just me being defeatist, I know at least ten people that can and have done better than myself. I reckon I'll just stick to putting stupid drawings up here from time to time.

That's all I had. Don't forget kids, drugs are bad.