I should make a concept comedy album. I would, but it wouldn't be funny.

Don't mind me, I'm at a horrible state of introvertedness and can't really gather my thoughts enough to form something useful. Don't worry (not that you would), I am content, emotionally, psychologically, etc. However, constant thinking has become quite boring and the need to shut off and watch the work of other people, never making that of my own, has become necessary, yet not much fun. Still, a person without influences is not a person.

I sometimes wonder if bad parenting results in slight mental retardation. Would it now be obnoxious to say I had good parenting? I really did though.

Another day, another entry. Another cancer-induced vomiting of tar. Don't laugh, that's sad.

It's summer, and the only fun I've had so far was pretending to be a slinky and eventually falling down the stairs and breaking all of my bones. In a short while I will be directing a promotional whatever it is for someone I know. Hopefully it'll start the avalanche that will one day grant me a career in film and then everything will be all right.

( Now for some artsy crap. )

I'll be seeing you chaps later.

Is for terrorists.

Recent happenings have stirred discomfort. Not discomfort in the form of groin-itchery, mind you, but the subtle hint that maybe it's all worth worrying about. I could sit in a room and find the silliest things floating about in my head, like hummingbirds, who work hard for their food, fearing death every second of their long days, then come home to find that their wife has not prepared their food, and they are simply FORCED to hit her. I mean, come on.

I feel like hitting some at this point. Sometimes I feel like my fingers are slippery, useless sausage-y things that force me to break, drop, and crush anything that I come into contact with. I relish the chance, at these times, to use my ever-coordinated palm on the nearest person's face. WHAM! Don't talk back.

Anyway, frustration and sadness set in in acute and in heavy doses. I'm not sure whether or not I'm being redundant there, but roll with it. As the year opens I find myself with many problems, varying in nature. As I find myself with more of a readiness to pursue the future, I also find my self with one less family member, and far fewer friend. 2008 may actually be worse than 2007, if that's possible.

I am being censored now. Not entirely sure who reported me.

I can't say I am upset for the sake of non-censorship, but rather that an obnoxious-looking tag interrupts what is otherwise semi-organized napkin-scrawlings. It is really quite frustrating, and I'd rather have my entire journal be preceded by a page describing its content as opposed to a conspicuous line of text amidst journals that are multiple paragraphs long. Quite frustrating.

That's what you pay to rename your account.

Habbo money is more useful than that. I don't even have a Habbo account and I'd rather buy Habbo money than a LiveJournal rename that costs more than a day's worth of meals.

On January 26, 2006, on the same day as it announced its discontinuation of AIBO and other products, Sony announced that it would stop development of QRIO.[1] Before it was cancelled, QRIO was reported to be going through numerous development, testing and scalability phases, with the intent of becoming commercially available within three or four years.
Source: Wikipedia

That actually makes me sad. These things are just plain awesome. Not to mention, they're good dancers.

EDIT: Nevermind, it turns out that it's only a half-hack. When it lists the movies, they are actual movies. The Killing part is odd though.

I seem to have found some sort of hack to the AIM Moviefone service. Simply start up a conversation and type:

Ah, dear Moviefone, you entertain me so

Somehow, that comes up with this:

- Movies for Today
1 -F- You Want Me to Kill Him?
2 -S- You Kill Me

P=Past, N=New, S=Soon, F=Future

Type # next to movie to see showtimes, M to go back to the Main Menu or anything else to search again.

Typing 2 -S- doesn't do anything, but 1 -F- comes up with this:

- Movies for Today
1 -F- 1,000 Words
2 -F- Kidney Thieves
3 -F- The Mutant Chronicles
4 -F- Lenexa, 1 Mile
5 -F- Julie and Julie: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen
6 -F- Symbiopsychotaxiplasm: Take 2 1/2

P=Past, N=New, S=Soon, F=Future

Type # next to movie to see showtimes, M to go back to the Main Menu or anything else to search again.

Seriously, wtf?

I thought I was going to be the funny part of this conversation.

( I was wrong. )

I almost didn't do this, but then again I almost did because, you see Jimmothy, the world loves...okay the world loves nothing. In fact, the world possesses a horrible hate for...the world. Why not licorice a piece of live sketch why don't you?



Yes.
-Cheese and Bacon

A fabulous chunk of my marvellous beautiosity is slapping you in the face backwards in the future. PREPARE TO GET YOUR REALITY TURNED UPSIDE DOWN.



The product of my younger sibling. I am so proud of that hermaphroditic fetus. GOOD DAY TO YOU.

Sandwiches?
-go away

UPDATE: The man seems to be dancing to the Dark Knight soundtrack.

I have gotten no sleep in the last 3 weeks. I feel like dying and it's no fun whatsoever.

So I tell this man, NO, I do not want to hear about how his children were eaten by his neighbors--wait you're not Jeffrey. Anyway, another thing of beautiful thingliness is about to fly your way. You'd better catch it before it lands on your face. It contains battery acid.



People say Bruce Almighty is bad, but it has helped millions with there spelling. Wow that actually was a mistake but I will keep it, as my subconciouss likely did it on purpose. I woke up at 2:00 p.m. today.

Goodbye, Wilbur
-The Sandwich

This is actually a really catchy song.

I've been wanting to do a webcomic ever since I was a wee child and computers didn't exist, that's how visionary I am. Since I've been so excited about it I've decided to share my lifelong vision with you, the godforsaken shell of what could be a one person audience with no inspiration very much unlike myself. Let me take the chance to say nya-nya-nya, you are stupid, nya-nya-nya, go eat a sock and...oh I don't know. I haven't made a rhyme since I was but a small embryo of a child. Every rhyme that you have ever heard of is the product of me and all of my deliciously seasoned glory. No, that wasn't a naughty reference, you...albatross. Yes, that's right, you're nothing more than an albatross. Don't test me, I will fight you.

Oh, yeah. Here it is. My wonderful wonderfulness. LOOK UNTO IT'S GLORY--



WAS THAT NOT GLORIOUS? You have been taken on a journey from which there is no return, and that is the journey into my wonderfulness in comic form. Okay, so it's not incredible. In fact, it wasn't even that funny. Well, screw you. I shall continue updating this until I am a dead...gerbil. And that will likely never happen probably. For the day I am magically turned into a gerbil and/or a dead gerbil you shall have the last laugh, but UNTIL THEN I will continue ravaging your perspective on reality until your eyeballs pop out of their sockets. AND THAT'S NO FUN.



Woof.
-The Sandwich

CHOPS