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I keep a little moleskein book full of hopes and dreams and quips.
I finished the last page on my 2nd moleskein today, and thought I’d give it a proper sendoff before I show you what else I bought.

Someone actually saw me write this and hid my notebook from me for a day before demanding that I buy her coffee or give her 4 bucks, but that I was to refrain from the awkward flirting. Which is sad, really. That’s the best part.

My moleskein houses some of the ugliest shit I’ve ever drawn.

- and the classiest poems I’ve ever written.

with literary flashes of morbid-

+ deep, valuable life insights

+ healthy amounts of petulant-child reality checks.

But none of that matters ANY. MORE.
Because I bought a new moleskein, and this one is cool.

Dear Pac-Man Moleskin
I look forward to our relationship together. If you ever get lost, you are authorized to self destruct.
Love Vcky.

lucas lee

What does the term ICEBREAKERS remind you of? An Ice-Pick? A dumb team-building game? A Nintendo game?

(If you picked C, Nintendo Game, you are wrong because the game is ICECLIMBERS not ICEBREAKERS, and we can no longer be friends.)

(If there IS an ICEBREAKERS Nintendo game, then I’m very sorry and I will eat my own words when I get hungry).

A PICKUP line has become an ICEBREAKER. No one uses it seriously because of it’s ominous overtones – you never want to think of ICE and PICK together while picking someone up, ‘cus then you start thinking of Sharon Stone’s vajayjay and messy, psychologically damning orgasm-sex death, and it’s awkward for everyone involved so just- just don’t.

Rules
1. Use a Pickup Line knowing that you are Using A Pickup Line, and go all out. Choose an especially damning one so you can both laugh about it without her/him trying to guess whether you are serious (repulsive), or an idiot (less repulsive).

ie. “HEY! Something about you falling from heaven wit yo daddy bein’ a bombsquad guy or wait have YOU GOT A LICENSE TO LOOK SO GOOD because I’ma have to arrest you and other things HANDCUFFS etc etc lewd aspect of carpentry with nailing and hammering subtext I forgot my number so I CAN HAS YOURS??????????”

BAM!!!!!!!!!!! That pick-up line is full of win and I would totally let myself talk to me.

2. Don’t listen to me.
Some guy came up to me and said HEY I KNOW YOU and I blanched and stuttered and squealed that I was SO SORRY I didn’t know him back and he said OMG I AM SO OFFENDED, NOW YOU HAVE TO LET ME BUY YOU A DRINK and I said aiight and it turned out nobody knew him, so… so don’t take my advice, the end.

.. right now, and thank you very much! I need somebody with a huuu-mannn touuuchhh, hey you! always on the-

The morning bus commute I usually take is about 1.5 hours, full of languid sleepytimes with headphones on. Never underestimate your productivity for the rest of the day when you’ve been spending your mornings letting Britney’s confused “where the fuck am I” vocals slither over your eardrums.

I drove this morning because I was late, and the radio assaulted me with commercial after commercial of the same ideas-

Person 1 loves Product/Service.
Person 1 realizes Product/Service is offering sale/specials.
Person 1 asks to apply this sale/special to Real Life.
Person 2 is confused but aw shucks, is sold on it in the end.

I’m looking at you, Fountain Tire guy. Burger King guy. McDonalds girl.

I’m just tired of radio ads falling back on this horrifyingly tired cliche of a marketing scheme. If a friend of mine ever gets mad at me for not giving out seconds at dinner when CLEARLY, FOUNTAIN TIRE has BUY ONE GET ONE FREE this week-

you can go eat those fucking tires.

< / rant >

In other news, it’s Friday and for half of the world there’s a holiday on Monday! Happy thanksgiving and see you on Tuesday – the stxx and I have lots to eat!

LOOK AT!
Pictures relate to today’s comic, a little bit And appeases this gigantic need of mine to brag about my toys.

I am a small Batman fan. And I say ‘small’ because I work with a very large Batman fan, notwithstanding stature. But I have some die-cast characters floating around of Harley, Batgirl, Wonder Woman, Rogue, and Ms. Marvel. I really like them. It’s the Harley show today though.

Aren’t they great?
Sorry about the overexposure – I was over excited and the over’ness had some spillover.

I think a lifetime of painting die cast iron wrought characters would be so great. You’d have such perfectly trained wrist-tremor control that it’d be easy-peasy to move into petty crime and freak people out with your ever-so-steady “I’ve-done-this-like-a-million-times-before” fake-gun wielding skills. What’ch oo lookin’ at?

I just watched LOCK, STOCK, AND TWO SMOKING BARRELS, again. Damnit, Netflix. My thoughts have a British accent.

‘Appy Tuesday, Evbody!
Guns are bad.