Today, I have shredded in excess of four thousand pages of social security numbers, with still roughly five hundred or so that must be fed by my hand to that mechanical contraption that shares its name with that of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' arch-nemesis. It is an exceedingly tedious and boring and noisy task, but it keeps me from focusing on this gnawing pain in the pit of my gut.

Usually the hunger pangs don't set in until about 12:50PM, but today they were upon me even before 10:00AM. I think it's because I actually ate three meals yesterday (!), whereas I'm used to only eating once a day in the evening. (Sure, I suffer around midday, but eventually my stomach gives up its futile protest and the pain subsides.) But yesterday there was food! I never eat breakfast before I leave for work, but since yesterday was the last day for one of our employees, the staff put together a farewell continental breakfast for her. I got half a sweet roll and two cups of juice. Yesterday also happened to be the college's annual HOT DOG DAY (!), so while I don't eat beef hot dogs, I did enjoy a lunch consisting of a hot dog bun with ketchup and mustard in addition to some cookies and a soda. And then I went to TGIFriday's for dinner with my mom and my cousin, which also involved eating. Anyway, apparently my body got used to food and now it thinks it's supposed to receive nourishment several times a day. HA! I'm debating breaking open this bag of chips that I saved from HOT DOG DAY, but I don't want my stomach to get the impression that giving into its bellyaching will be a regular thing. (more...)

So I actually drew (and posted) these a while ago on the old Blog of Wes, but with the new Batman film in theaters and me having (hopefully) gained some new readers since last September, I figured I'd post these drawings again. (Click the above pic to open a larger version in a new window.) Obviously, their look more/less takes after the style of the newest Batman animated series, but they're Batman! Everyone likes the Dark Knight. 🙂

And now I'm off to bed. Ja ne, minna-san!

What's up with some of you people not having comments on your blogs? Or even posted e-mails -- like a certain Miz Omni? You've gotta have one or the other so I can tell you stuff! Sometimes I've got stuff to say about posts -- like the one about the intelligent telepathic parrot! -- that I can't say out in the open, so at the very least I could write something in the comments about how I actually wrote a story about a really smart parrot once, so e-mail me if you want to read it too, 'cause I think you'd like it! But then if I write that here, everyone will want to read it!

Ha, yeah right! Nobody wants to read my stories. 😛 (more...)

Yep, two new short pieces for you today -- Dusty Plastic HELL: Hot Flash #44 and A Crayon Haiku #32. Warning on that second one -- if you can't stand the sight of blood, steer clear. I mean, it's not quite as gross as the (VIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!) 19th haiku, but I dunno. Some people may be disgusted. Hot Flash #44 also involves some blood, but it's a drawing, so you should be able to handle it. Enjoy! (more...)

Hey all -- just a quick update before I hit the sack. Been well? Hope so.

On Saturday night I ventured back to that DC goth club to check out a performance by Martiya Possession, a gothic bellydancing troupe. Not bad -- they were great dancers! -- but I think maybe I was expecting something else. Like given that bellydancing supposedly has all of these connections to fertility rites and whatnot, I think I was expecting to be aroused! I wasn't. But then, maybe I was too drunk for that, seeing as how I actually slumped over and fell asleep right there at the bar just after finishing my turkey burger. (I was kinda hungry, but I think I ordered it more for the novelty of eating a turkey burger in a goth bar on the night of a bellydancing performance.) Really -- I was fucking gone. But that's what I get for drinking with my dad before going! (more...)