Yet Another Comic Cop-Out

I enjoy putting absolutely some effort into something to amuse people without thinking of anything to actually say. I'm sure I could think of SOMETHING if I really tried, but as of yet, no one actually READS anything I post and what are the chances no one would care anyway, so maybe if that happens I'll continue with my random posts of randomnity. Comic-chan time!

I Can't Fink of Anyting

I haven't posted any material as I can THINK of none. I have a song I wanted to post, but it's in MIDI format and I can't figure out how to record it. I mean, I could export the .mid files to Fruity Loops and then export to .MP3 but I would lose the instruments I already have on them and I don't want to do that. So, maybe I'll just have to get a microphone/recorder with MIDI in functionality and use that. So I suppose I have to find something to talk about now. I'm watching cartoons. How about that? That sound good? No? I'm going to talk about it anyway. I'm watching, specifically, Samurai Jack, the best thing that ever happened to Cartoon Network (As opposed to that one live action show that had the kid names Jimmy in it, you know, the one with the kid having the brain of the old guy and then he hallucinates and it's funny cuz he's like hallucinatin' and den dere be liek gigs ad pranks un stuf ya noe?). It's actually a pretty good show, and most of the time it keeps me interested and watching. Although sometimes I tear my attentioon away from it. Like now. And, uh, although I guess I could talk about my favorite TV shows and stuff but I'll save that as a last ditch effort when I absolutely can't think of anything. Until then,

Now playing: Carbo - This Must Be A Dream
via FoxyTunes

That.

This is a Not Post

I have no topic to do a topic about. So I will instead talk about nothing. Do you think ever of nothing? It does not exist. Because it is nothing. But it is there. Although you can not see it. Because it does not exist. Because it is nothing. No one does not exist either. Because no one is nothing and nothing does not exist. Because it is nothing. There can be no sound that is not a sound because if a sound is not a sound it is nothing and does not exist. Because it is nothing. I will topic about something more interesting later. Until then I will topic about nothing. But I won't. Because I can't. Because nothing does not exist. Because it is nothing.

It's Another Day in Comic-Land

Feelin' lazy today. Also feelin' my last two posts were missing something. Therefore;

I'm Going to Do This With My Thing

Jeez, I am SO HAWT right now, I wish I could just do this post and get it over with. But enough semi-obvious sexual innuendos, let's get on with the actual content. This post is a triple post since, from observing last night, I came up with a theory and a rant. First, however, I will rant about my original topic which is of course

Sexual Innuendos

These are the things that make you say "Wait, that sounded wrong" and similar sentences. Usually said after an accidental sexual innuendo. This post is along the lines of my previous post stating that bad words only exist because we accept them as bad words. This post, however, is more a complaint that there are SO MANY WAYS to say "sex". Why? This applies even more to this than bad words in that you can pretty much apply it to any word, make up a new word for it, or whatever. The reason it applies even more is because there is already a completely ridiculous way to say it. "Do". What. The. Hell. Why? "Let's do this!" "I did it." "I would do that, but I'm busy." Generic, everyday sentences. But they can be thought of as totally perverted. Again, this rant is mere food for thought. If you don't acknowledge such words as sexual, they won't be sexual, and so we can use them without fear of.. stupidity. I could probably say more, but for now, I won't. Time for the second part of this post, another rant

HCWTF
(Holy Crap, What The Fuck)

A rather crude way to say it, but this is how I feel about the ever-decreasing age of rather perverted little girls. Don't take that the wrong way; I'm talking about different levels of perversion. In general, I just mean that girls younger and younger are starting to care about boys. Yeah, yeah, it's "natural" but at 9!? Maybe it's a stereotype but that's the age that girls have cooties and boys are just gross. Actually, that simply IS a stereotype, but you probably get the idea. Basically, at that age you don't need to be worrying about boyfriends and girlfriends and the like. That brings emotional drama unless it's completely superficial (Thus "perverted") in which case.. well, it brings drama. When I say superficial I mean that the girls are talking about their looks, and the boys are talking about the girls looks in.. um.. a much less sensitive way, if you will. Summary? You shouldn't HAVE TO and therefore SHOULDN'T care about relationships until you're older. Looks are superficial. Don't get me wrong, I like girls who are cute and everything. It's just, worrying about looks all the time.. not worth it (This brings to mind another topic of interest: when girls start talking about how they be so cute, yo, and how boring it is). Health maybe, and when you work out you're healthy and you look good, but you really don't need to bring it beyond that unless you really want to. That wasn't a good summary, that was a.. longary. Anyway, this story stems from a party last night, where there was a little girl there talking about how she had 3 marriage proposals. She had a ring and everything (Rich brat, you know). She was said all the boys were saying she looked fiiiiiiiine. Anyway, she was about 9. So, what? She was most likely exxagerating, but nonetheless. She even got to bothering my friend. The party was at a really nice house (Pool, 52" TV, fooseball table, 3 theater seats, whole house/surround sound, Xbox 360, Wii.. you get the idea.) He and I went swimming before they did, and we were playing fooseball when they got in the pool. I guess. Anyway, he started chasing them around and shoving them in the pool (I shoved him in a few times. Normally it doesn't bring that much satisfaction, but when he's not expecting it.. priceless. For the first few times, anyway.) and the game went on for a while (When we got out, the little rich one said "I'm sorry we have better towels then you." "That's alright. I'm sorry our towels aren't as good as yours."). Then we went inside and.. tried to hang out inside the theater room. We were planning on playing the Wii or something, but the girls followed us in and started bothering him. Bwahaha. Anyway, I'd stayed out of the shoving thing except to push him in the pool, and I stayed out of this too, so they didn't bother me. Not before the little girl went around showing everyone her ring, saying "I got a marriage proposal." They started wacking him and.. well, long story short, she explained how all the boys just crowded around her. At one point she said "I like your friend. I want to date him." And I said "I know." She replies "Why? Does he get all the girls?" And I decided not to honor that with a response. Except some surprised stuttering. She said later she didn't really like him, but I wouldn't be surprised if she did. Since I actually did know that she liked him, because little girls bother people when they like them. Rule of the world. Anyway, I'm sure I have more to say on this, but from here it gets more personal, and I'm trying not to put to much of "ME" into my blog and more of "MY OPINIONS". On to the third topic and my theory,

The Faulty Magnet Syndrome

Technically a "faulty" magnet is physically impossible, but the idea is an excellent analogy for my theory. This theory came from the same party that the second rant in this post came from. After the little girls finally left us alone and me and my friend had enough Rock Band, he decided he wanted to go swimming again, since he'd seen some be-kinied girls going out to the pool. He and I are both homeschooled and still somewhat awkward around girls, as far as I know. Anyway, I didn't feel like swimming, so I decided instead to observe what he did. Coming to the part about the faulty magnet: Although we, as boys, are attracted to girls (polar opposites), the entire time he was in the pool, he essentially stayed on the opposite side from them (similar polarity), thus the faulty magnet.
(This brings me to another theory which describes one reason why boys and girls tend to be at least slightly awkward or uncomfortable around each other and that is a lead-back to sexual innuendos. For now, I'll leave you to figure that one out on your own.)
The thing is, and this is an important point, there were three girls. Relevance? They were obviously friends, and they were girls, both fact of which lead to the simple conclusion that they will stay in a group and groups are not easy to interject yourself into. Simple intuition on their part, to the extent that girls tend to stay in groups because it makes them feel safer, boys less so but still so to a point. However, if you have a friend it becomes much easier to ease yourself into a group, since you have a "wingman" as it were. You're naturally going to become more comfortable if you have a "group" of your own, no matter how small. If you're (relatively) alone amongst a crowd of people, all in respective groups of friends, you're going to feel alienated. However, if you have a friend with you, you have someone to feel comfortable around and therefore be accepted more readily into the other groups. Alright, I'm bringing this post to a close, since I'm just a bit tired. I could probably say more, but I won't right now. Until next time, watch, learn, and theorize.

Curses! Foiled Again!

First off, my friend says he's reading this blog now so I can't say things behind his back say I have no readers anymore. I'm kidding of course, I would never say things behind his back. That he knows of. Seriously.

Moving on.

This is my rant about curses. Thus the title of the post, which actually happens to be a double entendre. So, bad words. What exactly makes them so bad? In my opinion, the only reason that they're "bad" words is that they're simply accepted as such. Most of them don't even mean anything except "poo" which isn't exactly a bad word. It just has a bit of a gross meaning. Even then, I'm not sure they came to mean that except for "crap" which was apparently part of the last name of the guy who invented the toilet; Thomas Crapper. I don't why other bad words mean what they mean, they just DO because we say so, as a society. A "crapper" was a toilet for a while, but now it's a curse word. Connection? I have no fucking idea. Leading, of course, into that particular word. I don't know where that one came from either; I do know, however, that it was originally intended, literally, as a "sentence enhancer", to the effect that its purpose is to emphasize meaning. I.E. "I hate my job" versus "I fucking hate my job"where emphasis is put on the word and therefore spread to the rest of the sentence; enhancing it, if you will. Basically, we have the power to make pretty much anything into a bad word, and we can, of course, make new words as well. Now that I think about it, I'm probably going to have to write something about sexual innuendos and how they annoy me sometime. I'm out.

My Semi-Annual Comic Post

I made a comic a while ago, and then was too lazy to continue it. I'll post one every once in a while, I guess.