wildflowersoul: (Bunny!)
Alright, you guys. Drew showed this comic/blog to me last night and I laughed so hard I had buckets of tears rolling down my face.

Start here

Then here

And here

If you are at work you will probably not be able to control your laughter, be warned.
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Goodness. $200 for a childbirth class and $90 for a breastfeeding class? I want to go because they're held at a local baby store in Salem and it would be nice to meet some new people in the area. But the logical (cheap) side of my brain argues that I've seen movies, and women have been doing this for a long time without classes, so maybe that $300 could be put to better use....

Also, how is it that I was practically narcoleptic for months and now I can't friggin' sleep. I have been awake since 2:30 this morning. And I spilled half a water bottle into my messenger bag this morning. This day better turn into an everything's coming up Milhouse day soon! Maybe I'll buy a lotto ticket on my way home.

Drew shared this comic with me, and it amuses me greatly, so now I will share it with you. And here are some bunnies.
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Oh my god, this is so me.

Also, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] incandes_flower for burning onto a cd a mixtape I made for her in 2001. It is quite possibly the best mix I ever made. And now I remember how good Magnapop was.

Oh, and also, there may be hope yet for some of us with soul-crushing student loan burdens. I'm sketchy on the details, but it looks fairly promising.
wildflowersoul: (Oglethorpe)
Drew introduced me to the best comic books ever this weekend. Seriously, the best ever. They are called Scott Pilgrim, and they are about an emo-ish guy in Canada who has girl problems, often wears Smashing Pumpkins t-shirts, and has awesome kung fu fights sometimes. It is amazing. And soon to be a motion picture starring Michael Cera.

Speaking of Smashing Pumpkins, I spent waaaaaay too much money this weekend on tickets to one of their shows here in November. I am crossing my fingers that they might play Starla!

So, there are some things that used to be awesome but are now too overplayed to be awesome anymore. These things include: pirates, monkeys, robots, ninjas, zombies, and hobos (hobos' popularity and subsequent overplayedness both due to John Hodgman). What, I ask you, is going to be the next awesome thing?
wildflowersoul: (conchords- crying)
Here's an interesting article about how our current economic meltdown is actually more like the Panic of 1873 and not the Great Depression.

And hey, Iceland's economy seems to be completely melting down.

Soi I'm not all doom & gloom, here is a funny comic for you.
wildflowersoul: (Buffy looking up)
Yesterday I skipped kung-fu in favor of sitting on the porch with shandies reading comic books. I think it was a wise tradeoff. I inducted myself into comic book nerdom by purchasing not just Supernatural: Origins, but also two issues of the Buffy season 8 comic. Though they were out of stock on issue #2, so my pre-class mission tonight is to obtain #2. I also read one of Drew's comics called "The Last Man" or something like that, and it was pretty good. Shocking. I made some jerk chicken, coleslaw, and cornbread for dinner, and we watched Venture Brothers until I fell asleep. That was a fine evening.
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Ack! I just spilled a bunch of White-Out on my black pants. Googling presents a cure of spraying said pants with WD40. I question that, but apparently a damp paper towel only makes the situation worse.

So this weekend involved admitting to myself that I often have truly terrible taste. For instance, I think I might enjoy My Chemical Romance as much as I enjoy Dashboard Confessional. Not as much as I love Blink-182. I may actually be a 12 year old boy.

In other questionable taste news, I discovered that I could really like Supernatural. Or at least the fanfic written by Supernatural fans. I also enjoyed an episode of Battlestar Galactica, so I'm not writing off the show entirely just yet. It's really Baltar (sp?) that makes that show.

Also, Achewood is utterly hilarious.
wildflowersoul: (I don't get all yelly!)
Yar. So I found out that Somerville cops are bored jerks. Came home yesterday to a spanky little orange parking ticket on the borrowed car. I think it's because I used the same space three days in a row, but it just says that the car must be "moved" within 48 hours. I moved it, I went to pick up laundry and do groceries within that time span! It's just that that space was the only one available when I came back. The visitor permit has been clearly in the windshield every day I've had the car. But, I think I found a loophole. The violation on the ticket says "permit parking," and is for $30. Now, looking at the Somerville parking ordinances, I see that there is a violation for "over 48 hours," with a penalty of only $20. That, to me, means that the ticket issued to me is a fraudulent ticket, or at least, should be considered invalid. I wrote a very polite and well-worded appeal letter to the parking office and mailed it today, and am hoping that it'll get resolved quickly. Otherwise I'll just shake my tiny fist and fork over the cash.

But, hey, here's a cartoon about a bunny that Drew found for me a while ago (as seen recently in [livejournal.com profile] mrs_muffin's journal). I hope I haven't posted it before, but if I have, then you get to see it again!
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Huh. So this eMusic offers 40 mp3 downloads a month for $9.99. They appear to have a wide variety of indie rock. I'm thinking that 10 bucks a months for about 4 albums worth of music is a very good idea indeed.

Oh, and the Arcade Fire album is blowing my mind with its awesomeness. I may be a year late to the party, but at least I'm here now.

And thanks to [livejournal.com profile] eye_abstains, I now have a favorite web comic: Questionable Content.


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