Went to NYC this weekend. That always supplies lots of writting fodder.

Brian had obtained a spot on the guest list to see They Might Be Giants from WXCI. (the finest college radio station.) I was excited because I had never seen TMBG live and I've been listening to them since 1992. I wanted to go into the city early to do city-things. City-things like eating those stale pretzels off the hot dogs carts. I'm all about those stale pretzels...stale pretzels with mustard. Perhaps it's because when I was younger I always wanted one of them and my mother wouldn't lt me, and when I got older I had to have one. Now a trip to NYC isn't complete without a mustard covered pretzel. (I think I ate 2 and a half on this trip.)

I'm still waking up right now...I know Brian woke me up this morning...I know he was late to work again. I think I was yelling at him to go to work, but I was mostly asleep. I rolled over and fell back asleep again for another couple hours.

I should be working on comics right now. Wow. I've been slacking off in that department. I need some new supplies as well, but life expenses keep getting in the way. Maybe tomrrow I'll get some stuff, scan some stuff, get some new stuff up...even some sketch-y stuff. On the other hand, I got a couple new notebooks, and I'll have to start scanning the yellow book since it has more from the NYC trip. So now I have three notebooks going concurrently and one sketchbook. Two books going at once, but I'm almost finished with Bukowski's Tales of Ordinary Madness and I'll finish Kerouac's Subterranians sometime within the next couple of days. The reading list I have lined up just gets larger...and more books pile up next to the computer...more Bukowski on loan from Brian's friend Todd. (Kyger and Dorn as well.) So much to read, so much to draw...create...do...several lifetimes couldn't allow me enough time to get everything I'd like to do be done.

As for the show. Simply put, the show kicked ass. I couldn't have had a better time.

Work was relatively painless today. No one bit me.

That itch-y feeling. Like the wool pants and sweater that I'm wearing as I sit here. That feeling like I should get out and do something somewhat entertaining with myself before the night is through. (and the neighbors are cooking something...that smells good, like most food does when you're hungry.) Maybe I will draw fat people at the mall. Maybe I'll go look through more books that I can't afford at the moment. Maybe I'll show Brian how to do more stuff to do with his site. Maybe I'll monopolize the computer tonight...but not until I get out of the house for a bit. Hell. Maybe I should just get in the car. The tank's full. See where I end up. I'm hungry. No cheese dogs tonight. No cheese dog omlettes. Wait. I haven't written about King Hell breafkast.

Ahhh...Saturday I was off in the morning. Brian suggested a cheese dog omlette. It just exploded from there...6 eggs...piles of cheese...crazy cinnamon rolls things that were huge...girl scout cookies...the type of brefkast that you wake up to eat and then take a nap afterwards with...of course washed down with a glass (large glass) of Mountain Dew...everything is an experiment.

So off we go...to somewhere...

Was awoken by another damn telemarketer calling.

The plague has happily run it's course through the house. Game on!

Another day. Another boring day...off to work. Need to get out...need to run errands. Need a roomate that cleans up after himself. (and replaces the toasty-bread that he pilfers) Of course, I can't complain, it's his place. He ca do whatever he wants. If he wants to store everything on the floor so it's like an obsticle course in the middle of the night, it's okay. After all, it would be my fault if I tripped on something and broke it. Oh well.

I have to walk out of the house...get out and breathe some of that sort-of fresh Danbury air...fill my lungs with it...and run far from here...

I'm no longer sick. Brian is sick.

Found a place to make stickers cheap today while wasting lots of precious time online. Another laundry adventure today...not really adventurous, but I got the snappiest yellow/blue laundry baskets today. Never could I imagine a snappier laundry basket. I'm so proud of them. I think I'm the only one who shares this wonderment over yellow laundry recepticles. They're beautiful. As beautiful as a laundry basket can get.

Need food. Spent my breakfast/lunch money on my wonderful laundry baskets. Life is full of sacrafice, isn't it. Perhaps I'll eat dinner later...Brian is making fun of my misery...no matter how fun it is to him. I should go poke at him since he's been trying to rest all day. I'm mean.

I've been sick. Perhaps it was the breakfast nachos. As Tibor Kalman says, "Everything is an experiment". Eggs coming back up to haunt me is not my idea of a good experiment though. Yesterday was the first time in years that I called out sick to work. I laid around, being sick...being lethargic...really lusting after cable television. Lying around gets old after a while, so we heading to the mall. I was feeling a bit wibbly, so I had to stop sometimes to lean. Spent a good hour making fun of people, sitting suspiciously under an escalator. Then this really ugly *large* couple walked by, and we knew it couldn't possibly get any worse so we retreated to the Pretzel Hut and consumed pretzel sticks covered with grease dipped in an artificial cheese food product. After not eating for a day and a half, these were the most delicious pretzel products I had ever consumed.

This morning...a wonderfully groggy morning. The way Sunday SHOULD be. The only thing that could top a morning like this off is an enormous brefkast buffet. Wouldn't matter what was on it...as long as there was eggs benedict. Nothing says lazy Sunday morning like eggs benedict.

SO I'm up early this morning, sharing breakfast nachos with you fine people online. I'd rather be asleep, but *someone* woke me up this morning. (not that I *mind* seeing his smiling face in the morning!) Today will be another day like the day before that. Go to work, yadda yadda. Routine. Man. I hate routine. It gets me out of bed in the morning though. I'm contemplating returning to bed though. Wait. I can't say going back to bed, even though it's only an expression. I guess it would sound funny if I said, "I'm going back to floor now.", wouldn't it?

Woke up to the sound of really loud foreign cartoons playing downstairs. There's no coffee in the house...and B and his girl in the house as well so I'm trapped in solitary confinement until they leave. It's too bad. I need to get out and get coffee...and who knows where that might lead! It's a free day! Anything could happen!


Last night Brian and I hit the maul in shorts while it was snowing out. Oh wow...do I have have ugly board shorts! Taaaaaack-ee! It's too bad he's at work, he's a good adventuring partner. He's the one who has to do the inital dragging me out of the house. (usually) I'm at a loss on what to do today....

First post. Nothing witty or clever to say in my opening statement. I'm a little hyped up right now since it took me a while to wake up...and even more time to get myself out of self-inflicted funk. A little shower...a little dance...and some caffeinated peppermints to get my engine going...going full speed like it is now. Now all I need is a mission. Or maybe not. Just to get out and to terrorize and the mundane masses...ah yes! Get out! Get out and go go go! Yes! Let's go.