Thursday, August 30, 2012

She Doesn't Want my Kidney... UPDATED

So I was emailing my friend today because her cell phone died and because she thinks its sneaky if she uses work-related titles so people will think we are productive. Well I think I ruined our lovely friendship.

She said something harmless about teaching the new person how to scan things (because I am trying to not scan the stupid binder because it will take 4 hours and its not even for my division so screw that) and this new person is that divisions admin. I then responded with some weird noises and other things that resulted in saying she will need to bail me out of jail with her black-market kidney money but that I would totally give her one of my kidneys after so it would be okay because we would be like weird kidney sisters. However my kidneys are hardly holding up for me so I am sure they aren't suitable, but I think she would be fine. She eats healthier then me so I bet the kidney would flourish and then mine would die and then I would have no Kidneys and turn yellow.

Or is that when livers die?  I don't know, Grey's Anatomy hasn't been on in a while and it got so stupid I never remember what happens just that I am upset with its terrible plot.

What was I saying? Oh right, so I think Crystal is afraid of me. She has only answered that she is concerned. Then I replied with something to the effect that this plan wouldn't work because she would need to heal from her kidney operation before coming to get me, and then by that point I would have stabbed the biggest and baddest person in jail because that's how you do. Otherwise you wont be the top dog and that wouldn't go well for me.

She hasn't answered me and I am concerned that she left to go find someone to take out her kidney in preparation to bail me out of jail.

Crystal: Plan didn't work out, new lady was busy. But I did get out of a four hour scanning job for today? So that's good.  You should probably keep your kidneys until my next jail-type fake emergency.




Today has been a very long day. I think I need to lie down. maybe from all the kidney blood loss, or maybe because I am panicking over my best friend hating me or having the funny farm coming to take me away. that's not funny Crystal... not funny at all.

PS: Sorry Crystal. You put up with a lot of weird. I hope your bosses don't read you emails.

PPS: This is the reply I finally got and it is obvious and clear proof of whay she is my best friend: I really don't want to go through unnecessary surgery, but if such an occurrence arises, I'll do whatever.

She Doesn't Want my Kidney... UPDATED

So I was emailing my friend today because her cell phone died and because she thinks its sneaky if she uses work-related titles so people will think we are productive. Well I think I ruined our lovely friendship.

She said something harmless about teaching the new person how to scan things (because I am trying to not scan the stupid binder because it will take 4 hours and its not even for my division so screw that) and this new person is that divisions admin. I then responded with some weird noises and other things that resulted in saying she will need to bail me out of jail with her black-market kidney money but that I would totally give her one of my kidneys after so it would be okay because we would be like weird kidney sisters. However my kidneys are hardly holding up for me so I am sure they aren't suitable, but I think she would be fine. She eats healthier then me so I bet the kidney would flourish and then mine would die and then I would have no Kidneys and turn yellow.

Or is that when livers die?  I don't know, Grey's Anatomy hasn't been on in a while and it got so stupid I never remember what happens just that I am upset with its terrible plot.

What was I saying? Oh right, so I think Crystal is afraid of me. She has only answered that she is concerned. Then I replied with something to the effect that this plan wouldn't work because she would need to heal from her kidney operation before coming to get me, and then by that point I would have stabbed the biggest and baddest person in jail because that's how you do. Otherwise you wont be the top dog and that wouldn't go well for me.

She hasn't answered me and I am concerned that she left to go find someone to take out her kidney in preparation to bail me out of jail.

Crystal: Plan didn't work out, new lady was busy. But I did get out of a four hour scanning job for today? So that's good.  You should probably keep your kidneys until my next jail-type fake emergency.




Today has been a very long day. I think I need to lie down. maybe from all the kidney blood loss, or maybe because I am panicking over my best friend hating me or having the funny farm coming to take me away. that's not funny Crystal... not funny at all.

PS: Sorry Crystal. You put up with a lot of weird. I hope your bosses don't read you emails.

PPS: This is the reply I finally got and it is obvious and clear proof of whay she is my best friend: I really don't want to go through unnecessary surgery, but if such an occurrence arises, I'll do whatever.

The Yet-Unnamed Team of Awesome

When you grow up with a group of cousins like the one that I have, there are certain things that are established. Me and my sister Sandy have two cousins from our dad's side of the family, the lovely Crystal and her brother Kris. Together we form an unbelievably dorky-awesome-and excellent team.

All of the things I think up to name things apparently already exist. The Internet is an endlessly frustrating place apparently. I am mildly disappointed now, and must think. Sandy, Crystal, help? We should probably have a team name. Its like when we were kids and made all our clubs.

You see, Sandy and I would go to Crystal's family's house as children often for family things or just for hanging out purposes. Every time we would hang out we would form a club. Mostly because we could never remember the previous week/months club name, and also because we were children and our attention spans were that of a puppy. So our clubs would vary every time we saw each other depending on how we were getting along that week. We would have sailor moon clubs, spice girl clubs, the I hate Kris club, etc, etc. (PS: Sorry Kris, but you were the most annoying kid. We like you now though, more so when you shower:D).

Other than making clubs, we spent a great deal - and by great I mean infinite and excessive- amounts of time playing Nintendo. Kris and Crystal were super fancy and had the N64 almost as soon as it came out. Me and Sandy were pretty excited because that meant we could play Mario Kart! (Also, it meant we got a super Nintendo from a different uncle because he no longer needed it, so double score!) I think I spent more time there then Sandy did because me and Crystal are and were always BFFs and also because anytime we had a big family dinner I would end up at Crystals house for a sleep over and Sandy hated sleep overs.

So when we would all play together it was extra complicated and specific how the playing was to occur. You see, Kris and Crystal only had three controllers. Three controllers, four kids. Luckily we were most of the time smart enough to just take turns. There is the rule to pass the controller along so everyone gets an equal number of turns. The problem with this is then you never have your desired character. I think they eventually got the four controllers, I cannot remember for sure.

I do know that on the days when I would go to Crystals alone, we would be having our glorious sleepover and then the ever present Kris would wander up and begin to play either Mario Kart or Mario Party with us. Which was fine, of course. But the would come lunch time. I am so so sorry to Godfathers Pizza, because we would call them the second they were open and order a pizza. So that seems normal and not unusual. The problem was, we were maximum 10 years old and did not have any real money. So we would scramble around collecting all our dimes, nickels and quarters that we either brought with us or found in Crystals parents rooms and then the poor pizza man would arrive with  our big ol'pizza and our 2L of Coke and be handed a pile of change, being promised it was enough. We always tried to tip too because we knew we would order again. The whole extra 45 cents I am sure ensured no one ever spit in our pizza.

You would think that would have taught us to have more money for pizza ordering, but no it just became like a challenge to see if we could gather enough money to get a pizza. We always felt bad for the poor delivery boy though. I am sure they would always be so disappointed when they answered the phone and heard three squeaky children on the other end. Also, what were we doing alone in a house? Maybe we were older then 10. I guess Kris is two years older then me. Either way, Sorry pizza people! We did love your food!

This is a long a boring way to say, I am hanging out with my yet-unnamed-group-of-awesome this weekend. Assuming that all goes according to plan.

I have no interesting things to discuss today, so suggestions would be nice!


We have capes because we are a team, like the Justice League, or the Avengers. except in the Avengers only Thor has a cape...
Whatever. we are still pretty awesome.


The Yet-Unnamed Team of Awesome

When you grow up with a group of cousins like the one that I have, there are certain things that are established. Me and my sister Sandy have two cousins from our dad's side of the family, the lovely Crystal and her brother Kris. Together we form an unbelievably dorky-awesome-and excellent team.

All of the things I think up to name things apparently already exist. The Internet is an endlessly frustrating place apparently. I am mildly disappointed now, and must think. Sandy, Crystal, help? We should probably have a team name. Its like when we were kids and made all our clubs.

You see, Sandy and I would go to Crystal's family's house as children often for family things or just for hanging out purposes. Every time we would hang out we would form a club. Mostly because we could never remember the previous week/months club name, and also because we were children and our attention spans were that of a puppy. So our clubs would vary every time we saw each other depending on how we were getting along that week. We would have sailor moon clubs, spice girl clubs, the I hate Kris club, etc, etc. (PS: Sorry Kris, but you were the most annoying kid. We like you now though, more so when you shower:D).

Other than making clubs, we spent a great deal - and by great I mean infinite and excessive- amounts of time playing Nintendo. Kris and Crystal were super fancy and had the N64 almost as soon as it came out. Me and Sandy were pretty excited because that meant we could play Mario Kart! (Also, it meant we got a super Nintendo from a different uncle because he no longer needed it, so double score!) I think I spent more time there then Sandy did because me and Crystal are and were always BFFs and also because anytime we had a big family dinner I would end up at Crystals house for a sleep over and Sandy hated sleep overs.

So when we would all play together it was extra complicated and specific how the playing was to occur. You see, Kris and Crystal only had three controllers. Three controllers, four kids. Luckily we were most of the time smart enough to just take turns. There is the rule to pass the controller along so everyone gets an equal number of turns. The problem with this is then you never have your desired character. I think they eventually got the four controllers, I cannot remember for sure.

I do know that on the days when I would go to Crystals alone, we would be having our glorious sleepover and then the ever present Kris would wander up and begin to play either Mario Kart or Mario Party with us. Which was fine, of course. But the would come lunch time. I am so so sorry to Godfathers Pizza, because we would call them the second they were open and order a pizza. So that seems normal and not unusual. The problem was, we were maximum 10 years old and did not have any real money. So we would scramble around collecting all our dimes, nickels and quarters that we either brought with us or found in Crystals parents rooms and then the poor pizza man would arrive with  our big ol'pizza and our 2L of Coke and be handed a pile of change, being promised it was enough. We always tried to tip too because we knew we would order again. The whole extra 45 cents I am sure ensured no one ever spit in our pizza.

You would think that would have taught us to have more money for pizza ordering, but no it just became like a challenge to see if we could gather enough money to get a pizza. We always felt bad for the poor delivery boy though. I am sure they would always be so disappointed when they answered the phone and heard three squeaky children on the other end. Also, what were we doing alone in a house? Maybe we were older then 10. I guess Kris is two years older then me. Either way, Sorry pizza people! We did love your food!

This is a long a boring way to say, I am hanging out with my yet-unnamed-group-of-awesome this weekend. Assuming that all goes according to plan.

I have no interesting things to discuss today, so suggestions would be nice!


We have capes because we are a team, like the Justice League, or the Avengers. except in the Avengers only Thor has a cape...
Whatever. we are still pretty awesome.


Poor Stinky Ol'Skunks

One of the animals I feel the worst for is the Skunk.



I mean come on, look how cute they are!

The problem with skunks is that no matter how cute and loveable they are, everyone hates them.

When you see a skunk, you run. You do not stop and say "oh what a cute little defense mechanism you have there let me pat you whilst you make me smell like the devil's butt-crack. No big deal!"

No, you see this:

You run.

How must that feel for skunks? could you imagine how hard it is to make friends?

There are all: "Hey Mr.Dog, want to be my friend?"

And the dog is all, "Oh totally, you look squishy and fun to play with, lets go wrestle."

Skunk: Perfect, I am on my way Mr.Dog just let me meander at my slow pace because my body drags on the ground. You see I have not evolved in the most graceful ways, the only reason I stay alive is because, well, nevermind I won't bore you with that."

Dog: "Sounds good to me, what if I just pick you up and carry you to where we want to play?"

Skunk: "Well okay just don't squeeze too tight."

Dog: "Of course not!"

*Dog picks up skunk and gently brings him to the place where they decide to play, dog manages to stay gentle for now.*

Skunk: "Perfect, lets play!"

Dog: "okay!" *jumps and pushes on skunk's belly, startling him and causing his stink spray to explode all over the dog.*

Skunk: "Oh my god I am so sorry!"

Dog: "Ahhhh! It's in my motuh! It's in my eyes! You are the worst friend any dog could ever have! Why did you do that too me you heartless bastard! I think I would rather play with the stupid cat!"

Skunk: "I didn't mean to! You squished me! I was evolved to explode terrible gasses when startled! Its not my fault!"

Dog: "Tell it to my lawyer."

And thats how the Skunk was sued for millions for damages to the dog's coat.

So as you can see, Skunks tend to have it pretty bad. They can't make friends because they will end up squirting them should a loud noise occur and who wants to hang around that business. I mean , theres that one skunk in Bambi, I think his name is Flower, but I don't know who he's kidding... I have never smelled a skunk that smelled like flowers. Maybe like a flower bouquet that is two years old but still sitting in the vase of mouldy water. But even still, what a sneaky name that mother gave her child. That is not how shit works mother skunk. If you name your baby Millionaire it does not come true. Althoguh maybe its just that no one tried. Let's face it that would suck as a name, but if it meant you became rich, perhaps it would be worth it. We will never know I guess.

This is a really long post of crap. I will be back later with more crap... because who are we kidding, its not like the rest of this is filled with nobel prize winning articles.

Poor Stinky Ol'Skunks

One of the animals I feel the worst for is the Skunk.



I mean come on, look how cute they are!

The problem with skunks is that no matter how cute and loveable they are, everyone hates them.

When you see a skunk, you run. You do not stop and say "oh what a cute little defense mechanism you have there let me pat you whilst you make me smell like the devil's butt-crack. No big deal!"

No, you see this:

You run.

How must that feel for skunks? could you imagine how hard it is to make friends?

There are all: "Hey Mr.Dog, want to be my friend?"

And the dog is all, "Oh totally, you look squishy and fun to play with, lets go wrestle."

Skunk: Perfect, I am on my way Mr.Dog just let me meander at my slow pace because my body drags on the ground. You see I have not evolved in the most graceful ways, the only reason I stay alive is because, well, nevermind I won't bore you with that."

Dog: "Sounds good to me, what if I just pick you up and carry you to where we want to play?"

Skunk: "Well okay just don't squeeze too tight."

Dog: "Of course not!"

*Dog picks up skunk and gently brings him to the place where they decide to play, dog manages to stay gentle for now.*

Skunk: "Perfect, lets play!"

Dog: "okay!" *jumps and pushes on skunk's belly, startling him and causing his stink spray to explode all over the dog.*

Skunk: "Oh my god I am so sorry!"

Dog: "Ahhhh! It's in my motuh! It's in my eyes! You are the worst friend any dog could ever have! Why did you do that too me you heartless bastard! I think I would rather play with the stupid cat!"

Skunk: "I didn't mean to! You squished me! I was evolved to explode terrible gasses when startled! Its not my fault!"

Dog: "Tell it to my lawyer."

And thats how the Skunk was sued for millions for damages to the dog's coat.

So as you can see, Skunks tend to have it pretty bad. They can't make friends because they will end up squirting them should a loud noise occur and who wants to hang around that business. I mean , theres that one skunk in Bambi, I think his name is Flower, but I don't know who he's kidding... I have never smelled a skunk that smelled like flowers. Maybe like a flower bouquet that is two years old but still sitting in the vase of mouldy water. But even still, what a sneaky name that mother gave her child. That is not how shit works mother skunk. If you name your baby Millionaire it does not come true. Althoguh maybe its just that no one tried. Let's face it that would suck as a name, but if it meant you became rich, perhaps it would be worth it. We will never know I guess.

This is a really long post of crap. I will be back later with more crap... because who are we kidding, its not like the rest of this is filled with nobel prize winning articles.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Walk This Way

You can tell a lot about a person by the way they walk, but only if you can identify the signs. Here to help you is a guide to some of the more popular styles of walking.

The Earthquake:
This person steps in a manner not only allowing everyone to know they are coming, but they manage to shake the entire building as they move. Each slow and laboured step slams against the carpet/pavement/tile/wood floor and sends the reverberations as far as the surface continues sounding as though the T-Rex from Jurassic Park is about to eat your Jeep.  These people are often self-important and feel as though everyone around them should know they are coming. Alternatively, they may just be really overweight and their legs cannot quite manage a graceful decent.

The Ballerina:
This person tends to walk on their toes at all times. They are quiet and quick in their movements but they always look like they are about to do something evil due to their sneaky nature. As their slinky steps would indicate, this person tends to be of a devious disposition, continuous prepared to run away should their plan backfire. Alternatively, this person is wearing high heels and will fall if they rely on the small sliver of support. Secondary alternative, but far less likely, they have no heels due to a battle with robot sock monkeys.

The Mechanic:
This is a person who has a determined and speedy walk. They typically have somewhere to go, or at least look as though they do. They are not necessarily mechanics per day, however they may be considered as capable of fixing things, whether they be personal problems, work problems, or problems of how to get more snacks in the fridge. They take long steps at a quick pace the the average three year old needs to be in a full out run to keep up. Their basic walk is about as fast as most peoples speed walk. They are typically an efficient people, or at least they are efficient at getting places in a decent amount of time.

The Frump:
This is a person who walks with their shoulders slouching and their head dropping. They look like at any time they can curl up and sleep. They have no speed in their walk and typically meander slowly and randomly until they somehow arrive at their destination. By then they cannot remember why they are there and tend to spend the first five minutes figuring out their purpose.

The Penguin:
As this person waddles their way in front of your path you find yourself increasingly frustrated by their inconsistent trajectory and obnoxious wobble. As they make their way through the halls or up the sidewalk, moving as fast as a Weeble Wobble you should note that this person is probably one of two things: an inconsiderate jerk-nugget who has no consideration for the human race, or a really large person whose legs cannot bend or they will snap so they are forced to project themselves forward with their body weight.

The Royal:
This is a type of person who consistently walks with their nose in the air and is far too important to watch where they are going. Often snotty and rude, they tend to get upset by those who dare cross their path and force them to stop and slap someone with their perfectly pressed white glove. The only exception and allowance to this, is the Queen. She can do whatever the hell she pleases because she owns everything. Not technically anymore, but you know if you piss her off she could have you captured and stored in a honey jar. Don't F@#* with her.

The Race Car:
This person, similar to the Mechanic move quickly, however the race car is less effective. Where the Mechanic has a purposeful driven walk, the Race Car is simply speeding around people because they can. Often found to be swerving in and out of fellow pedestrians, the Race Car is the cause of many people-collisions and stubbed toes. These people are mostly just jerks, but sometimes they are Mechanics-in training, and soon enough their quick pace will be followed by purpose.

The Sloppy Joe:
Similar to the Frump, this person does not move with much purpose or speed, however instead of keeping their head down and avoiding people, the Sloppy Joe flops all over the path in an inconsistent and unpredictable manner. They will take time to check out all the items on either side of the aisle in a super market while simultaneously blocking the middle, they will wander from side to side on the sidewalk not allowing you to pass, and in general they just never move and have no idea what is going on. They probably think they are funny and friendly, but really they are just an ass.

The I.D.I.O.T.
This is a combination of a Sloppy Joe, a Royal, a Race Car with a touch of Earthquake and occasionally Penguin. This is the I.D.I.O.T. If you don't remember what this stands for, please read this. These young people are the ones who think that the whole world revolves around them and that no one else in the world has anything more important to do then stop in the middle of an intersection to discuss Twilight. They don't seem to understand that cars are bigger then them, and that people hate them.

So those are some of the basic types, there are many more.

There is one extra bonus type that is only accessible to a select few and only in dire situations.

Fair Skills:
Only available on a need-to-use basis, Fair Skills allow you to temporarily act like a Race Car but get away so fast that by the time people are annoyed you are long gone. Only for using in extremely crowded situations such as the Fair, or exiting large public events where if you do not make it to the other end quickly you will be stuck in traffic, or be late for something. You need to pass a test to be allowed to use this skill as it is beyond complex. There are only three known to date that possess this skill high enough to be deemed Fair Skills. Their identities must be kept secret for their safety.

What type are you?

Walk This Way

You can tell a lot about a person by the way they walk, but only if you can identify the signs. Here to help you is a guide to some of the more popular styles of walking.

The Earthquake:
This person steps in a manner not only allowing everyone to know they are coming, but they manage to shake the entire building as they move. Each slow and laboured step slams against the carpet/pavement/tile/wood floor and sends the reverberations as far as the surface continues sounding as though the T-Rex from Jurassic Park is about to eat your Jeep.  These people are often self-important and feel as though everyone around them should know they are coming. Alternatively, they may just be really overweight and their legs cannot quite manage a graceful decent.

The Ballerina:
This person tends to walk on their toes at all times. They are quiet and quick in their movements but they always look like they are about to do something evil due to their sneaky nature. As their slinky steps would indicate, this person tends to be of a devious disposition, continuous prepared to run away should their plan backfire. Alternatively, this person is wearing high heels and will fall if they rely on the small sliver of support. Secondary alternative, but far less likely, they have no heels due to a battle with robot sock monkeys.

The Mechanic:
This is a person who has a determined and speedy walk. They typically have somewhere to go, or at least look as though they do. They are not necessarily mechanics per day, however they may be considered as capable of fixing things, whether they be personal problems, work problems, or problems of how to get more snacks in the fridge. They take long steps at a quick pace the the average three year old needs to be in a full out run to keep up. Their basic walk is about as fast as most peoples speed walk. They are typically an efficient people, or at least they are efficient at getting places in a decent amount of time.

The Frump:
This is a person who walks with their shoulders slouching and their head dropping. They look like at any time they can curl up and sleep. They have no speed in their walk and typically meander slowly and randomly until they somehow arrive at their destination. By then they cannot remember why they are there and tend to spend the first five minutes figuring out their purpose.

The Penguin:
As this person waddles their way in front of your path you find yourself increasingly frustrated by their inconsistent trajectory and obnoxious wobble. As they make their way through the halls or up the sidewalk, moving as fast as a Weeble Wobble you should note that this person is probably one of two things: an inconsiderate jerk-nugget who has no consideration for the human race, or a really large person whose legs cannot bend or they will snap so they are forced to project themselves forward with their body weight.

The Royal:
This is a type of person who consistently walks with their nose in the air and is far too important to watch where they are going. Often snotty and rude, they tend to get upset by those who dare cross their path and force them to stop and slap someone with their perfectly pressed white glove. The only exception and allowance to this, is the Queen. She can do whatever the hell she pleases because she owns everything. Not technically anymore, but you know if you piss her off she could have you captured and stored in a honey jar. Don't F@#* with her.

The Race Car:
This person, similar to the Mechanic move quickly, however the race car is less effective. Where the Mechanic has a purposeful driven walk, the Race Car is simply speeding around people because they can. Often found to be swerving in and out of fellow pedestrians, the Race Car is the cause of many people-collisions and stubbed toes. These people are mostly just jerks, but sometimes they are Mechanics-in training, and soon enough their quick pace will be followed by purpose.

The Sloppy Joe:
Similar to the Frump, this person does not move with much purpose or speed, however instead of keeping their head down and avoiding people, the Sloppy Joe flops all over the path in an inconsistent and unpredictable manner. They will take time to check out all the items on either side of the aisle in a super market while simultaneously blocking the middle, they will wander from side to side on the sidewalk not allowing you to pass, and in general they just never move and have no idea what is going on. They probably think they are funny and friendly, but really they are just an ass.

The I.D.I.O.T.
This is a combination of a Sloppy Joe, a Royal, a Race Car with a touch of Earthquake and occasionally Penguin. This is the I.D.I.O.T. If you don't remember what this stands for, please read this. These young people are the ones who think that the whole world revolves around them and that no one else in the world has anything more important to do then stop in the middle of an intersection to discuss Twilight. They don't seem to understand that cars are bigger then them, and that people hate them.

So those are some of the basic types, there are many more.

There is one extra bonus type that is only accessible to a select few and only in dire situations.

Fair Skills:
Only available on a need-to-use basis, Fair Skills allow you to temporarily act like a Race Car but get away so fast that by the time people are annoyed you are long gone. Only for using in extremely crowded situations such as the Fair, or exiting large public events where if you do not make it to the other end quickly you will be stuck in traffic, or be late for something. You need to pass a test to be allowed to use this skill as it is beyond complex. There are only three known to date that possess this skill high enough to be deemed Fair Skills. Their identities must be kept secret for their safety.

What type are you?

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Best. Grandparents. Ever.

So, I have the absolute best grandparents in the universe. Not only do they read this blog, which makes me nervous and happy all at once, but they gave me one of the most amazing gifts of all time.

Your argument is irrelevant I have a Batman action figure that is 2.5 feet tall.



When Batman is not saving Gotham from evil villains and terrible mob bosses, he likes to kick back and relax.

Batman prefers the support of an ergonomic chair.
Batman's favourite game is Lego Batman, closely followed by Lego Batman 2. He sometimes will play Arkham City however he finds the game a tad too realistic for down time.
Batman likes to check out how his blog, facebook, twitter and tumblr are doing on his Bat-Computer.
Batman likes to take some time to play with the dogs.

When Plushie-Catwoman visits he always has time to snuggle.

When plushie-Batman comes to visit it tends to get a little awkward for everyone.

Once Plushie Catwoman leaves, Batman can take a few minutes to do his aerobics.

You can't go out saving Gotham all night without getting tired some time.
Batman takes a nice relaxing bubble bath with mood candles that actually change colours.

Batman dries his .. hair? *Don't judge his messy room, Alfred has been suffering from narcolepsy lately due to stress*

Batman has a lot of hair products.

Reads his favourite comic book series. He is a bit behind but he has a lot on his plate so give him a break.

Batman has such a crush on Catwoman...

Batman makes a friend.  (Hi Colleen, hope you don't mind but Batman wanted to share his womanizing skills with the world.) Obviously she is infatuated. Who isn't though. 

Batman means some of the League of Awesome including but not limited to Freddie and the Mad Hatter

Freddie and Batman bond instantly over their shared love of being awesome.

Batman plays with other people's things.

Batman gets ready to update his blog with the details of his down time. *Don't judge his messy desk or he will round house kick you in the teeth*


That is all for now folks :) Also, leave me some questions for the upcoming Q&A post so that I don't have to make up questions like, Why are you so awesome? How does on join the League of Awesome? etc.

Best. Grandparents. Ever.

So, I have the absolute best grandparents in the universe. Not only do they read this blog, which makes me nervous and happy all at once, but they gave me one of the most amazing gifts of all time.

Your argument is irrelevant I have a Batman action figure that is 2.5 feet tall.



When Batman is not saving Gotham from evil villains and terrible mob bosses, he likes to kick back and relax.

Batman prefers the support of an ergonomic chair.
Batman's favourite game is Lego Batman, closely followed by Lego Batman 2. He sometimes will play Arkham City however he finds the game a tad too realistic for down time.
Batman likes to check out how his blog, facebook, twitter and tumblr are doing on his Bat-Computer.
Batman likes to take some time to play with the dogs.

When Plushie-Catwoman visits he always has time to snuggle.

When plushie-Batman comes to visit it tends to get a little awkward for everyone.

Once Plushie Catwoman leaves, Batman can take a few minutes to do his aerobics.

You can't go out saving Gotham all night without getting tired some time.
Batman takes a nice relaxing bubble bath with mood candles that actually change colours.

Batman dries his .. hair? *Don't judge his messy room, Alfred has been suffering from narcolepsy lately due to stress*

Batman has a lot of hair products.

Reads his favourite comic book series. He is a bit behind but he has a lot on his plate so give him a break.

Batman has such a crush on Catwoman...

Batman makes a friend.  (Hi Colleen, hope you don't mind but Batman wanted to share his womanizing skills with the world.) Obviously she is infatuated. Who isn't though. 

Batman means some of the League of Awesome including but not limited to Freddie and the Mad Hatter

Freddie and Batman bond instantly over their shared love of being awesome.

Batman plays with other people's things.

Batman gets ready to update his blog with the details of his down time. *Don't judge his messy desk or he will round house kick you in the teeth*


That is all for now folks :) Also, leave me some questions for the upcoming Q&A post so that I don't have to make up questions like, Why are you so awesome? How does on join the League of Awesome? etc.

Job, Check

So, I got a new job. It sounds about ten times more boring then this one and it will pay me less money. Luckily the contracts only for a month and its in a different department. To most people that probably sounds bad, but a month from now I might have the motivation to take some time off and work on my writing more. I am sure it would be really unfavourable to my bank account, but I can't keep saying I want to be a write and never actually try. i am probably rushing into this, it probably won't ever happen so at least for another month I will have access to money.

And it will be away from the Leprechaun and the Dragon Lady so we will be all good.

Other than that, I really need to get back on my diet. Eating chocolate chip muffins every day is not beneficial to my waist line.

Oh, Sandy said the expression I was looking for was "the blind leading the blind". Damn slender sister is even smart. Unfair distribution of talents parents. Just kidding... she can't ... well I tried to think of something I can do better then her and nothing came up. I do have less weird feet then her, and bigger, her feet are strangely tiny. But that's not really her fault. And in her defence, my feet are pretty weird anyways and click when I walk because I have old lady joints.

Anyways, continuing on.

This is not a very exciting post but I thought I would let you (by you I mean you Grammie and Grampie... I'm not homeless yet!) know that I got a job that should start either Sept. 10th or the following week.

Oh, soon I will do an Q&A. If you have any questions for me submit them soon. Yes Mother I will tell you what happens to my drawings. Everyone else, ask me questions so its not just the one question. Strangers ask away! The sooner I get some questions the sooner my mother will know where the pictures go.

Like this one!

So leave a question in the comments! When I get at least 3-5 I will start answering them. I would prefer more though because that's more interesting. Otherwise I need to make up my own and we all know how that will turn out...

Job, Check

So, I got a new job. It sounds about ten times more boring then this one and it will pay me less money. Luckily the contracts only for a month and its in a different department. To most people that probably sounds bad, but a month from now I might have the motivation to take some time off and work on my writing more. I am sure it would be really unfavourable to my bank account, but I can't keep saying I want to be a write and never actually try. i am probably rushing into this, it probably won't ever happen so at least for another month I will have access to money.

And it will be away from the Leprechaun and the Dragon Lady so we will be all good.

Other than that, I really need to get back on my diet. Eating chocolate chip muffins every day is not beneficial to my waist line.

Oh, Sandy said the expression I was looking for was "the blind leading the blind". Damn slender sister is even smart. Unfair distribution of talents parents. Just kidding... she can't ... well I tried to think of something I can do better then her and nothing came up. I do have less weird feet then her, and bigger, her feet are strangely tiny. But that's not really her fault. And in her defence, my feet are pretty weird anyways and click when I walk because I have old lady joints.

Anyways, continuing on.

This is not a very exciting post but I thought I would let you (by you I mean you Grammie and Grampie... I'm not homeless yet!) know that I got a job that should start either Sept. 10th or the following week.

Oh, soon I will do an Q&A. If you have any questions for me submit them soon. Yes Mother I will tell you what happens to my drawings. Everyone else, ask me questions so its not just the one question. Strangers ask away! The sooner I get some questions the sooner my mother will know where the pictures go.

Like this one!

So leave a question in the comments! When I get at least 3-5 I will start answering them. I would prefer more though because that's more interesting. Otherwise I need to make up my own and we all know how that will turn out...

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