downtime

...like i even know what that is.

however, i do know what good family fun is, and this comic fits the bill admirably. granted, i wouldn't want to read it as a family, and if i kept small children, i would only read it when they weren't in the room, but... it does help keep me sane while i'm workin' for the man.

stayin alive

it is now 3 days post you-wanna-piece-of-me?-you-wanna-piece-of-me?-come-on-then!

of course the battle royale was all in good fun and no one was seriously hurt, but i feel as if i've been beaten with many sticks. most of my body is sore. i'd have thought i'd be well on my way to recovery by now, however the physical stress must have been more than i thought at the time.

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there are a lot of churches where i live...

on one of their bilboards it says: when your memories are more exciting than your dreams, you have begun to die.

& the ever great langston hughes wrote: when dreams go/life is a barren field/frozen with snow.

...but you know, everyone dies sometimes... and even a barren field looks peacefully beautiful under a blanket of snow...

outback steakhouse

on the subject of onions, so what if i keep peeling away the layers and there's nothing underneath? i'm some type of mutant bean with a hollow center...?

...or worse, what if the bean that i am has absolutely nothing to do with the bean that i'd give many camels to be?

a dead guy transcribed: the mouth speaks what the heart feels. another dead guy wrote: the heart has reasons that the mind doesn't understand. both of them are dead; what did they know anyway...? and did the transcriber actually hear that? or did he/she only wish that she/he had heard that?

...if i constantly feel the need to drink myself insensible, but don't take that first sip, am i still an alcoholic?

6 ft. of snow?

wth! those poor folk. dang. you certainly can have too much of a good thing.

and speaking of that, i had company this past weekend...