Riding The Fail Whale and a Happy Birthday

All aboard!

Or maybe just me.

The fail whale helped me accomplish no previews or reviews, thanks to not actually reading them, thanks to missing work, thanks to feeling spectacularly terrible. The next stop on the fail whale's trip was the most terrible of all, in which I miss out on seeing an IMAX preview of The Dark Knight.

No, no, you didn't read that wrong.

Someone behaved like a mature adult who was likely to pass out on their long drive home at midnight and opted to not take the long drive home at midnight in favor of going home and dying in bed.

Someone hates herself.

The fail whale has also accompanied me around the house, in where laundry is staring at me to get folded and I still haven't gone through the kids winter clothes and boxed them up for donation. And a ton of other things around here. La la la.

The fail whale is also getting the comic strip I'm supposed to be scanning and leveling out to post it up here. La la. It doesn't actually matter, I was going to load it up and have it post on Monday anyways. I'm not technically late.

The fail whale hasn't gotten my writing, at least, which I've been enjoying and has also missed Dr. Horrible, which I've also been enjoying. More on the good Doctor later, after I rewatch episodes one and two a few hundred times. The fail whale will just eat anything I write anyways and turn it into unclever TRIPE.

The fail whale has utterly missed the awesome Quiana, as it is her birthday and all fail whales should ignore birthday girls. Especially birthday girls as fierce as her. So happy birthday, you, and have a great day. Beware the ever jealous Bark Bark Lady and her crew.

They're singing Happy Birthday to you. You just can't hear it.

Next Monday I'm back on track with everything, until then, the fail whale and I are on a highway to hell.

This only sort of happened

There will be comic book reviews later today/tomorrow morning. Until then, enjoy (and click to enlarge):




For other funnies, I highly recommend Elwood's Toy Stories. Clever bastard.

Exhaustion is just another word for fun-times

ECCC was beyond excellent and there will be words later. Ones that are full sentences, almost intelligent and filled with extreme happy. Today isn't that day, however, due to my ridiculous Get Done Now list and inability to string together coherent ideas.

Instead, I bring you this (click to enlarge).




My life is a complete sitcom.

I'm a walking sitcom

Of course I'm hilarious, even in utter defeat.


Note: I wish I could draw. My stick figures usually don't even look like stick figures and considering I a) am actually a very visual person and b) want to work in a visual medium, this goes badly for me. Not like artists are rare or whatnot, but I'd love to be a One Chick Band.

Unfortunately, I'm trapped with only mere words.