Oh noes!

The Cow Fish and Bone Boy are battling boredom.  But how will they escape without the help of Internets?

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Nothing strikes terror into the hearts of criminals as a fish dressed up as a cow!

#200!

Boo-Yah!

Ever been so up to your neck in bad luck that you couldn’t reach your lucky spoon?

The Cow Fish Returns!

I wanna have a Pirate Radio station just like Christian Slater in that movie Broken Arrow.

Admit it!  Every year it’s something new.  For the record, when I was a kid, they sure made those killer bees sound REALLY scary.

Okay.

So.  It’s the end of days.  That’s it.  No new music coming out.  Worst of all, you are only able to save THREE full cds.  No mixes.  No Jock Jams 6.  THREE full cds by Three Bands.  (I’ll accept movie soundtracks.)

What are your three cds?

(And who can tell me what movie we are paying homage to with the what three cds would you pick?  Anyone?)

Dre says he wants to see Jimi Hendrix next.  *sigh*

(It wasn’t this.  The picture in the mail was much … “freakier”.  See below.)

I have no idea who did it.  I reached into my mail slot this morning and I found the important paperwork I had been waiting for all last week annnnnnnnnd a picture of a topless man covered in blood and bite marks, snarling out of the photo, while gnawing on a bloody bone of gore.  The picture was quite effective and the makeup was superb.  The rotting model could have easily been an extra in an episode of The Walking Dead.  The only question that remains is, what the hell was he doing in my mail slot?  Or maybe more importantly, what was the point?

Did the sender know that I was planning on running the RunForYourLives 5K in a couple of months?  Was this a way to say “I want to be your rotting valentine”?  Did someone just think it was a cool picture and I would be the only other guy in the office to appreciate it?

Who knows.  But a note on the back would have been nice.  Nothing crazy mind you, but a simple “Thinking of You” or “I want to eat your brain <3″ or “Stop Looking @ Zombie Porn, You Freak” would have helped to put the picture in context.  Oh hey.  Here’s the picture that was printed out and left in my mail slot.  ——–> *Gack* So to my zombie secret admirer out there… thanks so much.  You’re too sweet.  Really.  I’m not just saying that.  [/actually I am]

In other news, I was planning on continuing my blog/wedgie theme and having a new picture of a new person in a painful, accidental wedgie with each blog entry.  However, my investigations have shown me that there are a lot of people who apparently get some sort of sexual gratification by seeing pictures of people getting wedgies.  Wow.  Really?  Well, that’s Rule 34 for you.

#5.  Running.  Working Out.  Etc.  I have the messed up weight plan.  I don’t remember where I learned my latest training regime but I seem to think that I will lose weight by obsessing that I need to work out more. I guess someone told me that if I think about working out at least 15 times a day that eventually my body will get confused and think I’ve worked out when I really haven’t.  I mean, Poached Potatoes!  I even brought my running shoes and clothes to work so I could run today.  My excuse?  “But it’s raining.  *boo hoo*”

#4.  Photo Research.  Kennon and I came up with a mighty tall order for our #200th Mohagen strip.  He asked if I wouldn’t mind doing a little photo research to help prepare.  I said sure.  *nods*  Yup.  I should totally be doing that.  Or I could procrastinate.  Yes, I think I’ll do that instead.  La La La.

#3.  Enslaving humanity. Overthrowing the World’s Super Powers.  Fixing Perpetual Motion Machine.  So about a year ago I was hanging out on this Super Villain Forum (Don’t bother asking. It’s invite only.) and I kinda got into this bitch-fest with The Invincible Toad about who could enslave humanity faster.  Upon reflection, it was really stupid but I was strutting around the boards having successfully tested my perpetual motion machine (The PMM) and I might have made the mistake of trolling The Toad’s thread.  Anyway, manly members were drawn, flapped about, and ended in a bet with “Who Could Overthrow the Entire Civilized World by 2015″.  Yesterday I looked at his tumblr and let’s just say he’s waaaaaaaaaaay ahead of me.

#2.  Working on Mah Book.  It hasn’t gone anyway.  It’s still sitting there, waiting under the missile toe, hoping for a little attention.  “Hello there!”  *waves across the room*  “Yes, I’m coming right over!  Yes, right now!  No, no!  You just stay right there!  I’ll… bring you a drink… or… something.”

#1.  My job.  Oh.  Right.  F8ck.