Lightsabers and Lollipops

no balloons this year.



my original request was the cast of "that 70's show" to be stabbing me to death Julius Caesar style.

but he said it would be 5 dollars per character so i settled for Hyde from "that 70's show" stabbing me in the heart with a stake.

i wish i could have thought of something less violent, but that's what popped in my head. i totally forgot to involve Barbie somehow.

and here's a shameless plug for the artist:



extra special thanks to Ginger and all her bargaining skills. thanks to her, i have more things.



p.s. matt's a punk!

yeah! now that's what i'm talkin bout!!


even though i um, wasn't talking at all earlier.

in fact, earlier, i was eating peanut butter filled pretzels and looking at facebook.

and i wasn't even the guy who took this pic.

i like Star Wars and Taco Bell.

he was a trooper.



well, it was finally time to throw away the balloon from last years Comic-Con. i threw it on the shelf and was kind of in awe that it held air in it for so long. i took this picture like a week ago. you could still see the picture of me blasting oprah in the face with energy blasts coming outta my hands in true comic book style.

i showed it to everybody at the convention. some loved it, some hated it. the suicide girls especially hated it, and me.

so now it's time to put some thought into what i want on my balloon this year if that guy is still there. probably something involving Barbie...

who knows?

support the arts.

it's all in the presentation.



Ginger displaying the discounted Darth Vader chocolate that i have had on my shelf since there was a certain holiday when you give candy to loved ones.



i was afraid since it was chocolate with a theme, it would taste like cardboard.
but it was pretty darn good! and thick too. it was right tasty!



and like the true rude ziggy piggy that i am, i ate it all in front of my friends without sharing. cuz that's what i do. i'm an inconsiderate jerkface sometimes. somedays i'm surprised i have any friends. but what can i say? it was late and i was snacky.


and chris g. says i have a sparkling personality, so phooey on the rest of you guys.

at least i'm not Billy Mitchell.

mmmmm, Darth Vader chocolate...

this is just like that dream i had.



and here's a good reason why i don't take drugs.
cuz i'm pretty sure this is the kind of stuff i would see.


so there.

"hugs, not drugs."

comic-con is coming.

you have been warned.

matt was right.



worst squirt gun toy ever.

and remember, it's all about the grilled stuft burrito.

took my daughter to my comic book store's sidewalk sale today. it was the last day of it so there were slim pickin's to be had. she usually picks out a spidey or superman figure for 3 bucks or so. first thing she picked up was a book that looked like a barbie diary. it turned out to be a book about the doll from "Team America: world police." i told her that it wasn't what she would be expecting. next she picked up something a little less harmless. although, still on the strange side.
it was a figure playset from adult swim on cartoon network. there were two sets. one from sealab 2021 and the other fromthe brak show. at first i was afraid i was gonna have to say no again. but i realized the one she wanted was the brak show one and the reason behind that was that it came with a table and chair set complete with silverware and a bowl of fruit. she could care less what show it was from or who brak's mom and dad were. she just saw accessories for her other toys to have tea parties at.




plus, the price was sooo right. it was marked down to 2 dollars American. aaaand plus! it was buy one get one free. so i ended up with a sealab 2021 set for free. bonus.
besides that, all i found were 2 books that costs 2 dollars each. so 6 bucks and i'm done. usually, i try to find some cool T-shirts but none could be found that i would have wanted to wear. sigh.

but hey, comic-con is coming. woo-hoo!!!

p.s. i'm pretty sure the Suicide Girls still hate me.

OWWWWWWWWWWW!

tetanus shots hurt!

that's messed up.

watching the movie waitress will make you want to eat pie.

lots of pie.


you have been warned.

i've had days like this.

Spacey's sexist comment "o" the day:

i'm pretty sure whoever is really in control of chicagoland weather is a woman.

...and no matter what she says, her boyfriend was the one who broke up with her.

and she's still not over it.

HOLY CRAP!!



actually, the two blue ones taste like Windex.
you can come to your own conclusion on how i know what Windex tastes like.

so i guess that would mean my vote would go for the strawberry melon one.

i wonder how much tuarine ginseng and otherthing it would take to make a man's heart explode. i suppose i will find out someday.


VOTE QUIMBY.