Playing with my viewers. Genitalia not included.

Trying something new...Interaction with you.

I want to draw something you hate, or love to hate, really. It can be anything, anyone, any particular scenario. Reply in the comment field below, be descriptive of what and why you hate the thing you hate and I'll slap some real cheesy MS Paint sketch ups of your object of hate, but in that fun, happy-go-lucky way.

For instance, I hate late night ''talk show host'' Bill Maher. Don't know what it is about him. Could be the pretentious ego he hides behind, as he looks down on his guests, viewers, etc. and talks to them in such a condescending tone, you'd figure he was America's dad, or Mayor of the Planet. Maybe it's just his face. I won't try to delve into the reasons, I'll just accept my hatred for him.

Anyway, I could link a bunch of clips where he shines like a freshly watered ass-cheek, but I can't waste time on him, of all people (Even though I waste hours on equally mind-numbing youtube videos). I'm sure he's a nice guy, though, I'm sure I'm wrong.

a;lsdfsdjf - also known as "mash keyboard"

Bored.

Woke up. Arm dead. Oh - fuck!

Fell asleep on the couch for a few hours last night, and when I awoke, my arm was resting on my chest, I stand up to go to my room, and my arm just drops - a dull, strong lifeless feeling in my arm all the way up to my shoulder - my arm is swaying and feels, looks broken.

It was asleep, thank god. I grabbed my wrist with the other hand as I "oh no" to myself. After awhile, the tingling sensation sparkles into my fingers, then hand, then forearm. My circulation was definatley coming back. Luckily, no amputation. Phew!

Zero comments, minus one

Nothing to report this week.

Oh...had a pumpkin spiced mocha this morning. Liked, muchly.

Two for one, just like those Siamese twin babies

Videogame language: Rated M

Frustration can stem from a plethora of numerous different situations, but one of the most boggling comes from that of videogames.

Let's say you're busting your ass, trying to beat a boss, complete a level, or find all 100 secret items scattered througout a virtual world...and you have to redo the whole thing over and over until you get it right, because you keep dying, time runs out, or you get stuck in the game.
Odds are...you're started to lose patience. This is easily evidenced by anyone playing a fighting game. As the player progresses, or rather de-gresses (cock off! I know that's not a word), primitive instincts take over, and he/she will degenerate into a cursing, controller throwing mess.
I'm never one to destroy my own property, usually I'll let out a "Fawk sakes..." or a "Kawksawker!" in hopes that I'll hurt the feelings of the assholish A.I. Little did I realize how often I did this until just recently, when we were all gaming at a friends house, when his daughter mimicked a "Fook Sakes" to her stuffed puppy. Totally out of the blue. Very cute, but still....very wrong.

Of course, I don't blame my vile language. I blame videogames, you know, like congress does....

Cutting the cord

Alright, so rather than have a piss-poor looking page, and keeping on top of this whole birth theme, I'll throw up some pregnancy related artwork.

At this time, I have no useless information to spout - so the typical "ranting & raving" blog-shit will have to be squeezed out another day.

Seeing as this is my first blog, I might as well stick with the birth theme. Seems fitting.

...or perhaps it's begging to be aborted....

A placenta-less birth of another generic blogsite. wow.

Drained of sarcasm, yet left with motivation - I feel I must post something....anything....

...but I won't.