Don’t ask me, I don’t know how my brain works either. Betta fish? Comeon. I had a perfectly good thing going on with the prairie dogs a few months back and now I’m in the ocean. Except that bettas don’t live in the ocean… and they should be fighting, not simply playing tricks on eachother, but hey. Seriously, on this Libby perjury trial I read stuff about it every day, and I really feel like I should care a lot more about the outcome of the trial, I very much don’t seem to really care. Unusual. While I write this rant (and actually while I do the comic), I listen to music from a variety of sources with my small TV on mute next to me. Sometimes that causes funny things to pop out at me. Like for example, just now there was a tagline of “Internet Attack!” (which immediately makes me think of this army of Cisco routers lined up like multiple fire rocket launchers, volleying packets at some digital enemy), and the omnipresent “disembodied hands typing at a keyboard in a darkened room.” Don’t these evildoers know that not only does typing in the dark do bad things for your eyesight, but makes it harder to see the camera crew watching you do your evil deeds! No wonder our prisons are overflowing with h4×0rz! Anywho, that’s what I got for now. Go now in peace, and enjoy some delicious cake. |
