RODS!

Fox needs to be stopped.

I remember when I was a kid there was this fox special on about "Rods." Rods are apparently very tiny sticks that can fly so fast that humans don't even notice them. That's fine, they probably don't exist because of what some scientist guys found out.

"In the early autumn of 2005, news bulletins in China and Hong Kong reported on a story which debunked the flying rods. Surveillance cameras in a research facility in Jilin supposedly captured video footage of flying rods identical to those shown in Jose Escamilla's video. The curious research staff of the facility, being scientists, decided that they would attempt to catch one. Huge nets were set up and the same surveillance cameras captured rods flying into the trap. When the nets were inspected, the "rods" were no more than regular moths and other flying insects. Subsequent investigations proved that the appearance of flying rods on video was an optical illusion created by the slower recording speed of the camera (done to save video space). This is the empirical evidence, showing that the "rods" themselves can be captured, and that they do indeed prove to be ordinary animals."

Anyway, onf Fox they were saying things like "Can it be ALIENS!?" and then they went on to show a lightning storm where there was a "rod" of lightning in a cloud and then said that there are giant rods which may be ALIEN WEAPONS THAT CAUSE TORNADOS. How does Fox get away with this stuff? Who falls for it? I hope I never meet them.

I use all text because it makes it more shocking and scary.

So Shitty

Okay nevermind, I'm gonna try to post in this every day again. What happened with the last post was that my computer fucked up on me and it pissed me off so bad that I started giving up on everything and went to bed. That's what happens. Computers put me in such a bad mood that I feel the need to not be concious.

Also I feel rushed with everything I do. Especially with my site because I only get about a half hour each day that I could spend working on it, and that's only if everything goes according to plan.

I really need to get a laptop so I can do my site work while I'm doing my other job that makes me money.

Too Often

I can't write in this thing every damn day anymore, I'm not enjoying it.

Poo n' Pee

I hate public washrooms. the stall idea is terrible. I'm not comfortable with everyone being able to smell my shit and see my underwear along with my pants pulled down through the bottom of the stall. It's bullshit, they should all be full tiny little rooms with only the slightest crack at the top so air can escape. I put my hand on my dink to aim it in the jon, while at the same time blocking the hole from my junk to the edge of the toilet so I can't smell shit normally, but in public stalls the lid doesn't go all the way around so if I try to do that I have to slightly touch the inside of the bowl. Fuck that.

I shouldn't have to feel grossed out and pissed off every time I need to shit at work.

Invisible

If I were invisible the first thing I would do wouldn't be enter an area filled with naked members of the opposite sex.

I would pretend to be a ghost in a bank and figure out how to disable all of the cameras (so they wouldn't see the money floating away later on.) Then I would figure out how to open the safe, THEN figure out how to disable the alarms so the police don't show up quick enough to shoot blindly and hit me. After that I would scare everyone into leaving the bank and rob the place. To escape home I would scare someone into giving me their car. I wouldn't want to be invisible forever, I'm sure that would be a pain in the ass. Everyone would be stepping on my toes all the time and bumping into me. Of course, when pretending to be a ghost I would need to leave the water running in houses, because apparently that's what ghosts like to do.

This plan would only work if everyone is afraid of disembodied voices.

Dream Murder

The entire weekend I stayed inside and didn't see anyone except my gee-eff. All we did was eat and sleep with a little bit of video games in there.

During my sleeps I kept hitting that point of conciousness where you're dreaming while awake at the same time. Everything makes sense to you because you're in dream mode. When you talk to whoever is near you what you're saying is complete craziness, but to you, it makes perfect sense. I like it, most of the time it's really funny and I write it down in my sleep. When I look at it the next day it never makes sense.

I was woken after 2 hours of sleep on Friday. For some reason I thought I killed a man. I was totally convinced that I had killed someone. It took an hour to go away. The image I saw in my dream that made me think this was a white sculpture with black wire slicing through the hips on either side.

ON THE MOON

We still don't have our personal jetpacks...

NASA is working on how to get humans on the moon. I guess, so we can go and destroy that rock too? Humans are the AIDS of universe. Please, someone stop us before we go too far.

I watched Soylent Green. Charlton Heston is now one of my new favorite actors, but only so long as he yells something in the movie. Or whispers, he's ridiculous at both.

"Soylent Green is peoplerrrng."

"SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE!"

Okay. Finally

I've finally gotten back on track for working on my site every day. It took longer than I wanted to because I've decided to put more effort into my shit. I'm going to attempt a decent percentage of comic/site work per day.

I'm going to attempt to use different angles within the comic instead of the typical wide shot for now. I'll see how it looks and then I'll decide where I'm going with it. Right now, the site is far behind in quality than what I'm capable of, so I'm gonna fix that just as soon as I can get somewhere without my computer crashing.

I should probably save the Evvieco news for the weekly Evvieco update...Too late now, maybe next time.

They Are Ruining My Life

My computer is fucking up again. Computers are the only thing that can depress me or piss me off this much. I really truly hate them.

Shitty Species

I wept for the human race.

I dwelled on things too long and too intensely, and it brought me to tears. I stopped myself after two rolled off my face. Such a depressing life form.

Suspecting Shannynagans

When I drink a bit, I pass out. I just recovered from a time when passing out. Each time I wake up and the back of my head hurts. It feels as if someone smashed me with a frying pan. It's always when my girlfriend is over... I suspect shenanigans.

She probably gets mad at me and doesn't want to talk about it. Then waits until I'm not looking at her and then WHAM! She relieves her stress on me.

Also a friend named Shannyn told me to carry lawn chairs across town earlier. Oh that Shannyn. I think she may hate me at times. One time she insisted on paying for some pizza that I specifically said was my treat, and she gave me $20. So I gave it to the pizza guy as a tip. The guy was very happy when I told him "I'm drunk so you get a twenty dollar tip." Another time she tried to pay for my gas. The nerve.

I'll accept gifts, nudity, drugs/alcohol for my kindness if a person feels inclined, but not money.

Taquitos

I tried some taquitos the other day.

Pretty tasty.

I don't understand why they're becoming an object of cliche teen humor. You know what I mean, right? Other people notice this kind of stuff too... right? I'm not sure I know how to explain myself.

I'll try; you know how "boo-urns" was popular to say a few years ago? A fad. In humor. Humor fads? You get it now. Like "I don't think so Scott" or however that one went. I hate popular grade 8 children. All they do is repeat everything they hear, over and over until some new catch phrase takes over. Worst grade.

BioFUCK

Somehow my unconcious self has complete control over when I get out of bed. No matter what I do I end up sleeping until 9pm everytime my girlfriend doesn't come over. Because no one is around to wake me up. I can set my sights on getting up at anytime and be dead serious about doing it, but no matter what, in my sleep, I turn the alarm off before it rings.

Even when there's a person laying in front of me, in my sleep I will tell that person (clear as day, not one hint of sleepiness in my voice, I'm told) to turn it off.

I set my alrm for 5:30 and I put a few bottles in front of it, as well as a bank filled with coins. A trap. I thought "If I knock this over in my sleep I'll wake for sure, and my body won't know enough not to knock it over." Yes, I was wrong. When I woke up and turned the light on I found that the bottles and the coin jar were laying on a crumpled blanket that I must have thrown on the floor in my sleep. I suspect my unconciouss self of doing this on purpose, knowing full well about the trap I had laid for it and how to get by it without my conciouss self taking over. I've also had experiences upon waking where my clock was set back a few hours so I would sleep longer.

Re-work

My computer is fixed now, I just have to finish putting all my junk back on it. Until that's done I won't update Evvieco. I shouldn't be too much longer, I think I'm almost there.

Age

Last night I forgot how old I am. It took me some serious thought to remember that yes, I indeed did age by one year this past while.

I'm planning on updating this journal daily. Planning.