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Either way, Jim Davis is bat-shit crazy.
I've been busy seeing docs and taking tests all afternoon. It seems that my cholesterol is low (192 bitches!), my BP is on target, and I've lost 10 pounds. Take THAT, Guernica. The visit would indicate that my plan of dancing around the apartment while I'm alone is serving it's sinister purpose. And, I feel particularly pleased with myself for actually taking the damn bus to my apointment when it's like, 90 degress out. Although sadly, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
madush69's big, important news director job keeps making him too busy to have lunch with me. ;-[
This is where some of my online testing is. More of a survey than a test really, but anyone can take it--even you lugs.
The other one was more...testy: word usage, math, reasoning, mechanics, and all that hoo-ha. This new job developer is indeed, more of a "life coach" which sounds sorta stupid. Then again, when I decided that life coaches were stupid it was because people paid for them. Since I'm not paying, I may as well go see what this chick is about and what she can do for me. Sometimes doing things that seem pointless have a way of coming back around to the good, if you know what I mean.
In what the fucking FUCK news,wurmwyd hipped me to this Garfield business. Highly controversial info about the fluffy cat of comics, Tom Poston voiceovers, and parade floats. Who knew? Not me.
This is seriously the most disturbing thing I've encountered lately. Which is almost good, since it swept the residual craziness from watching David Tennants crazy-ass performance in Secret Smile. But the pathologically troubled Jon versus the starving, hallucinating cat is too much to ponder, even for a horror loving ghouls like me. I mean, who wouldn've thought the lasagne loving fat cat was the most terrifying and disturbing comic ever? He created a nemesis in his own cat-mind. No wonder Odie was such an annoying bitch.
Could it be a hoax?
I almost hope it is...and yet, my perverse fascination-O-meter is in the red.
By the way, is anyone else as tired of hearing about Mel Gibson as I am? (sorry for bring it up, oops)
And you all may be interested to know that according to internet quizzes, My Japanese name is Uedenesu.
What? You're not interested? Well, then I suggest you stop reading right here.
madush69's big, important news director job keeps making him too busy to have lunch with me. ;-[This is where some of my online testing is. More of a survey than a test really, but anyone can take it--even you lugs.
The other one was more...testy: word usage, math, reasoning, mechanics, and all that hoo-ha. This new job developer is indeed, more of a "life coach" which sounds sorta stupid. Then again, when I decided that life coaches were stupid it was because people paid for them. Since I'm not paying, I may as well go see what this chick is about and what she can do for me. Sometimes doing things that seem pointless have a way of coming back around to the good, if you know what I mean.
In what the fucking FUCK news,
wurmwyd hipped me to this Garfield business. Highly controversial info about the fluffy cat of comics, Tom Poston voiceovers, and parade floats. Who knew? Not me.This is seriously the most disturbing thing I've encountered lately. Which is almost good, since it swept the residual craziness from watching David Tennants crazy-ass performance in Secret Smile. But the pathologically troubled Jon versus the starving, hallucinating cat is too much to ponder, even for a horror loving ghouls like me. I mean, who wouldn've thought the lasagne loving fat cat was the most terrifying and disturbing comic ever? He created a nemesis in his own cat-mind. No wonder Odie was such an annoying bitch.
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| So... Aparently Garfield comics are either the story of a desperately lonely man who talks only to his cat and Odie. Or it's the comical hallucinations of Garfield as he slowly starves to death. If I'd have known that, I'd've started reading about that fat orange cat years ago. Seriously. |
Could it be a hoax?
I almost hope it is...and yet, my perverse fascination-O-meter is in the red.
By the way, is anyone else as tired of hearing about Mel Gibson as I am? (sorry for bring it up, oops)
And you all may be interested to know that according to internet quizzes, My Japanese name is Uedenesu.
What? You're not interested? Well, then I suggest you stop reading right here.