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Here is another picture I drew! This one was for a coworker's birthday and I was three days late. I can't even cop out of getting a real gift successfully.
Man, between this picture and the picture I drew last week, where am I even finding the time to sleep, am I right? I am so busy and important and crazy succesful.

Anywonk. Who here watches Dr. Horrible? This is my new favorite pastime. Remember when I posted that one time that Conan O'Brien's Diary was the best thing to come out of the Writer's Strike of last year? (Besides fair distribution of ad fees blah blah blah who cares) Maybe I didn't post about it, maybe I just said it in conversation, or to my doll Max. What? I mean my friends. Anyway I stand corrected. My favorite thing about the writer's strike is now Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, a web exclusive from Joss Whedon (eh) and Neil Patrick Harris (hot) that features superheroes (always cool) and is a musical (very occasionally cool) but since it's Neil Patrick Harris singing it works for me (see: Prop 8 Musical). This is old news but it's new to me and I've watched it repeatedly.

White Knights takes the stage

Here is a DJ set that I made for the holidays. Don't you want me to play in your club? I thought so, club promoters!

Acme: Party ONE - White Knights

"Mmmm. Fajitas sound delicious!"

I drew this picture, which is actually not about fajitas. It's about two gents rescued from a ship sinking in the early part of the 20th century. Remember when people used to take ships everywhere?
Neither do I.

According to BBC, Steve Jobs is in declining health. Perhaps his portrait was somehow damaged and all the sins went flying back onto his face.

Happy New Year!

I thought I could be ahead of the game this year and come up with the perfect gratingly-catchy rhyme-based sentiment to describe the new year, a "great in '08" for the new generation that isn't accurate enough to be depressing ("economic decline in 2009"). I turned to an online rhyming dictionary for answers, but came away more confused than ever.
Once you get into 6 syllable rhymes for nine things start to get interesting.
Personal favorites:
- alpine celery pine
- acoustic delay line
- willard van orman quine

Are these even real words?


Anyway, to ring in the new year I went to Riverside (home of the Whopper) to go to a New Year's Party at Megan's house, a small affair where I accidentally got drunk and then drunk-dialed my sister, who I forgot was with my mother. I PLAYED IT COOL but since both of them read this the secret's out.

Here's something irritating: when people say they are allergic to traits, behaviors, turn-of-phrases, etc. Example: In I, Robot Will Smith tells someone that he's "allergic to lying." NO YOU AREN'T WILL SMITH. Disapproval is not a disorder of the immune system.
I also hate it when people say they're allergic to foods that they don't like. Just say you don't like it! You're not offending the mushrooms by not liking them. They don't like you either! If mushrooms were anthropomorphic they'd probably want to thank you for not eating them anyway. That being said, it is my most ardent wish to have a real-life moment where I can be invited to eat shrimp for dinner and tell someone I hope it's not jumbo shrimp, due to my paralyzing allergy to oxymorons. If this happens I will even break out the epinephrine shot as a prop.