Im back and better than ever (not necessarily good)

I haven't posted in a really long time. Im not sure I remember how. You would think that after not having posted for almost a full month that I would have oodles to write about. Nope.
So, instead of an actual post, I bring you 10 second bitmap art:



Is it worse to be a paraplegic with no toes?

Or a quadriplegic with toes?

Aren't you glad I came back?

UPDATE: Just read my sisters blog. Her first line is eerily similar to my title. Thats just weird.

This weekend was so good I really don't have the energy to write a post.

Blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah and then blah blah blah. Yadda yadda yadda....and that was my weekend. And with that, I am going to let my eyes close.

Where in the Hell Do I Put This?

Yesterday I had an informal interview so, rather than the usual jeans and wrinkled shirt, I decided to go into work actually looking respectable. This included a dress shirt and dress pants. The thing about dress pants is, they are horrible for holding pens and pencils. Jeans, you throw a pen in there, no problem. It stays straight up and down and typically doesn't stab your leg just to amuse itself. In dress pants, on the other hand, pens always slide down to a weird angle so that everytime I sit down I get rewarded with a brand new hole in my leg.

So, being the adaptable guy that I am, I decided to put the pen in my shirt pocket. Of course this has drawbacks too. I mean really, once you start putting pens and pencils in your shirt pocket you may as well bring out the pocket protector and wrap your glasses with tape (or in my case BUY a pair of glasses and THEN wrap them with tape). But, I figured that just one writing utensil in my shirt pocket would be allowed...not too bad. I have to keep it somewhere after all.

As usual, leave it to friends to point out the error of my ways. Within 5 minutes of sitting down for a drink, the pen in the pocket was mocked. Fortunately I have come to terms with being "not cool." Next time I will just carry two pens. One for writing and one for stabbing anybody who mocks the pens in my pocket.

Laplesstops

Wow. I haven't posted anything for a long time. Shame on me. I can't believe that I have allowed real life to get in the way of semi-anonymously spewing crap onto the inter-web. What was I thinking? Real relationships/friends are way over rated. What do I need them for when I have the radiation of my laptop to keep me warm at night?
Speaking of such things, laptop is not a good name for these portable computers. The thing is, yes they can rest on your lap, but is it really a good idea? I don't know about yours but mine sure cranks out a lot of heat. I have even read articles about people getting actual burns from these things. Granted, they were probably not wearing pants when they got burned but the threat is still there. Plus, as a guy, what kind of side effects are there from having this thing resting over your "lap" all of the time?
Anyways, the point is, the name "laptop" is just asking for trouble. It shouldn't be on your lap so don't call it a laptop. Its like if we called plastic bags "breathing apparatuses." Nothing good can come of it.