Way to go, random laughing hobo!

So I'm on Michigan Ave. in a park next to the Art Institute. I'm drawing a panda and I see this hobo laying on a railing, all cuddled up nice and warm under the covers, in seventy degree weather, randomly laughing to himself for no apparent reason. Now, I could understand if he had seen a couple funny things on the street (like someone kicking an unsuspecting pigeon perhaps) he could have had a good chuckle to himself and I might join in and give him a cracker or threeve. But this cracker-grubber would laugh every two minutes the whole two hours I was sitting there. I don't care how many pigeons you see die, it would lose it's ha-ha after a while, and it wouldn't happen every two minutes unless we lived in Egypt. So I packed up my panda drinking his own panda excrement and left the guy to swat at imaginary elves and laugh at imaginary pigeons. I guess what I'm really trying to say is that the Internet is a good way to buy airline tickets.

Long Time No Tacos

Who couldn't love Resident Evil 4? Not anyone who plays games, says I. So if you play games, buy Resident Evil 4 and play it. Now. Just ask EGM or Game Informer, they'll tell you that this is the game of the year, and it only came out eleven days into it. Well done Capcom. In this re-re's opinion, I would have to say this is the best thing to come out of Capcom since Street Fighter 2. It's the best thing to come to Game Cube since Animal Crossing. And it's the best thing to come to my room since that hobo who gave me "magic" candy. Boy that Yodle was so good. I wish I was eating it right now. Sorry I haven't graced the page with my glorious mind numbing posts in a while, but I don't care about you people. And I'm coming over to your house to starve your fish. He just won't stop glaring at me. I'll see you at five.

Two turn tables and a microscope.

So rounding the bend, it's diddlie bih with his wonder llama! To be honest, it's not easy being this awesome. I mean to be this totally cool twenty-four hours a day is hard for the normal human being. But I'm up for the...who am I kidding? I'm a dork aren't I. It's OK. Say it. "You're a dork Steve." Now I feel better. In fact, I feel strong enough to pull the ears off a gundark. Speaking of gundarks, I have finished the Star Wars photo movie and are currently trying to figure out how to put it on here. I wish someone out there could tell me. Someone. Some. One. Help. So, here I go again. Off to drown myself in maple syrup and M & M's. I might try adding some marshmallow fluff this time, but I fear things. Marshmallow things. Clown things. Kenny G things. THINGS!

Pickle on the boat.

So, it has been brought to my attention that I have been neglecting my duties to all you two people who actually view my blog. Yes, I'm lazy and busy and I don't update. So what? Did you ever want to take a tree and kick it in the pants a few 60 times while screaming, "Wake up you lazy photosinthesis loving surrender monkey!" When I feel that way, I take a good hard look at myself and wonder, "Could I BE any more awesome?" Who knows how to weave baskets? Ahh, but can you do it submerged in pudding and Mountain Dew? I could if I wanted to, but I think I won't prove it to anyone for as long as I live as not to become an arrogant showoff. If Ella Fitsgerald married Darth Vader she'd be Ella Vader. It kinda makes you wish you owned your own lightsaber, doesn't it. Jealous? In closing, to be a true fan of Mother Goose, you need to know your shoes, there's no way of getting around it. But it won't save you any money on car insurance. Geico: a fifteen minute call COULD save you fifteen percent or more on car insurance, but it'll probably just waste fifteen minutes of your life where you could have been playing Resident Evil 4.