Filler
Hmm. Tricky, ain't it. I feel obligated to provide my audience with humor,
yet it's Saturday and I'm shocked to discover I would rather be doing other
things, like going out and bitching about Graduation Day traffic.
Yes, it's graduation day. There are three universities in town. Feel free
to extrapolate. Well, it's not Graduation Day so much as Graduation Weekend,
which is infinitely worse. So I'll probably be staying in wether I like
it or not.
One of my co-workers (who works part time at the place I do, and is
graduating this weekend), commented that I should never go back to
school. He learned more working for this job than he did in all his
classes, apparently. And he got paid to do it, instead of the other
way around. I know I can cut it, so I doubt I'll be making an attempt
to finish my degree any time soon. Not when I can be paid to learn the
latest stuff, instead of paying to learn arcane theories and outdated
languages and code. I've never been one for symbolic gestures, and the
idea of venting thousands of dollars merely to get a little piece of
paper is repellant. We'll see, I guess.
And now, Filler. In lieu of making up my own humor, I've scanned in
some crap from a Big Book 'o Manga that you might find amusing. The
Japanese put out these massive, phone-book sized monthly volumes of
manga, and it's a good place to run into stuff that will likely migrate
to television sooner or later (or is migrating to print FROM television).
It's also a good place to find amusing tripe. Mmm. Tripe. The following
images should need little explanation (and should be read top to bottom,
right to left)...
When Commie Mutant Space Frogs Attack!
Human Inginuity Triumphs!
Tomorrow: More tripe!
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