I don’t get Sunday comics.

I think it’s that, the paper here gives them on Saturday… I’d really grown used to that.  I used to scavenge for them, even for a while in the recycling that people left out as I was a kid.

Yet… why Sunday?  The day of rest?  Why should the effort go into the passive entertainment of the rest of the population on that day?  Is it more important to rest and do nothing, have the best games played for our viewing, and…?

Superbowls.  Comics.  Holidays are a Sunday in Spirit.  Why commemorate those with a larger effort than would usually be?

Maybe there’s a lesson here.  (for me?  for you!)

Uninspiring.

I suspect a once-great thing was murdered before my eyes tonight; reduced to formulaic, expected one-liners and stiff performance.

Disappointing.

Looking forward to Disney, almost. Starting to be real.

In case anyone who watches this (I don’t look – I probably should start watching…), I and my roommate booked a trip to Disney quite some time ago. We’re going in early May, so it’s earnestly creeping up on us.

I’ve been avoiding getting into it very much. It will be my first trip in a plane, more than an 8-hour drive away, which is about the maximum I’ve been since I was *5*. (and that was to Saskatchewan/Alberta border area).

Even applying for my passport and finally getting it didn’t engender any special attachment. Getting it verified by someone was the most interesting – I’d never seen where Bill worked before, and it’s some interesting stuff sometimes.

Now… in a week I’ll probably be poring over the documentation. Buying new (comfortable!) sandals. Looking at maps. Checking out restaurants.

I hope it’s not anticlimactic.

Tagged. So droll.

Thus…

1. The Vogues – Five O’clock World (Yeah, you may recognize it…)
In the shelter of her arms everything’s okay,
She talks then the world goes slippin’ away,

2. Weird Al Yankovic – You Don’t Love Me Anymore
We’ve been together for so very long
But now thing are changing oh I wonder what’s wrong.
Seems you don’t want me around.
The passion is gone and the flame’s died down.
I guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem
That time that you made it with the whole hockey team.

3. The Killers – Mr. Brightside
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
I just can’t look
It’s killing me

4. Dead Prez – Radio Freq
What’s on the Radio?
Propaganda, Mind control
And turnin’ it on is like
Puttin’ on the blindfold

5. Enon – Shave
I know you can save
Save up your story in your mind container
I know you can shave
Shave off the shadow that’s been growin on you
I know you can say
Say that you wanna be the only one
I know you can stay
Stay in your room, its expensive toys

6. Dresden Dolls – Girl Anachronism
You can tell from the scars on my arms
And the cracks in my hips
And the dents in my car
And the blisters on my lips
That I’m not the carefullest of girls

7. Clor – Love + Pain
Wide-eyed and open-mouthed
You look a little lost and found

Duality.

Or, somewhat. I’m concerned that I am two too separate. On the one, the serious and practical persona. On the other, completely warped humour and obnoxious manner.

It’s this that’s led to my… ostracism? Well, not quite; that’s likely more self-imposed. But I’m more than aware that this separates me from others who like the one, but abhor the other.

So, the question – attempt to placate some, or seek out instead, those who would actually fit the profile themselves, and in doing so, understand and be unaffected?

Oh, there are other options.

Let’s talk of dreams.

Tonight, after waking up and reclining into sleep again, this… masterful mess.

Let’s see… I was at Snoop Dogg’s house. Which was old, wooden, and in the country somewhere.

Daughter was there and playing with.. .something. Had to hide it under the bed downstairs, which was… odd. Downstairs was old, like that you’d find in a musty ’70s sort of house. Wooden rickey stairs, which you then made a 180 turn after and continued through the rest of the basement… bed right there. Large open room after that. Some other people around. Snoop fell asleep down there, stuff happened, then we went for a drive. Ended up filling up with ‘petrol’ at some country garage, which happened to be like ethanol, from what I could tell. Took a tank out of the back of the car, guy hooked a hose from it into the hose from a special tank, and it filled. Put it back in the car.

Then cops came looking for me. Well, I knew it was me, though they didn’t say. They were looking for a blue car, and for some reason, I knew that I had one. Then, “Look!” followed by pointing, and there it was, in the field out back – a baby blue VW Jetta.

And I woke up.

Maybe this is why it seems I try to forget them.

(I hope Snoop’s okay)

I wonder why it is that my sample blog gets more spam attempts than this? I should perhaps see about a catchpa system there; I thought I’d read about some plugin for wordpress there.

Yes, http://wordpress.namor.ca, just to give it more attention.

A rustle in the bushes. I stop and turn, looking for the source.

It’s a black cat, in the dark, now kneading his paws in the crook of the tree he jumped into… I crouch and wait, as he looks interested. Hops down, leisurely strolls over, rubs himself under my hand… then scatters as some girl comes running down the sidewalk.

She falters and walks. “Sorry!” she cries.

“No problem here.” She walks past, then starts running again and turns at the stop sign.

I love simple moments.

Oh! … hello? I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Jared, and you are… Mr. Tong? I assume?

So, what brings you here?

Look, I’m not big on the whole ’silent shunning’ thing you’ve got going, and you’re kind of… you know, invading my personal space here, a place I like to be *really* comfortable, if you catch my meaning, so let me be brief – are you unclean?

Do you wash, y’know, *there*?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHgetoffgetOFFGETOFFthetoiletAHHHHHHHHHHH!

My Personality

Neurotic? Me? I’m insulted!