Zombie Superman
I came for the brains
My wife dropped our daughter off with my mother so I could have the day off. I slept late and awoke, had some meditation, then got on the ol' Internet and began my daily routine of checking various sites.
Lots of updates from San Diego about SDCC. Good stuff.
Make some French press coffee and had five pieces of toast. Hungry, I know. Had "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter And That No One Asks What It Really Is" on my toast with a wonderful sugar free fruit spread made locally.
During breakfast, I entertained myself by watching Sarah Silverman's "Jesus is Magic" show from the other night on CC. I laughed my ass off. My favorite line has to do with Sarah telling her niece that every time she's bad, an angel gets AIDS. I mean that's just great shit.
Speaking of which, I hit the Holy Trinity of Every Man's Morning: The Three S's: Shave, shit, shower. Your version might be different, guys. Some other guys I know add floggin' the bishop to that morning routine, as I'm sure some folks here would understand.
Went to my local comic shop and spent thirty-two bucks. Caught up on Captain America, Ultimate Spider-Man, Green Lantern, Action Comics. Haven't read the rest of my stack because I had to go pick up my daughter.
Came home, she went to sleep for two hours. I read more SDCC news, downloaded Google's SketchUp, tried it for a few seconds, than got frustrated and decided to read some comics.
Afterwards, I continued my quest to purge my laptop of the fucking bastard virus it's got while checking in here and elsewhere on my wife's computer.
The night flew by tonight. Waiting for the washer to stop so I can switch the clothes and hit the hay.
Might have to drop some bombs on the old porcelain fortress before bed, but I think it's just gas. Been gassy since the chicken "McNuggets' from McDonald's for dinner. They were pretty McBad.
Anyway, this day is over, bitches. I'll say word to your momma when I'm done with her.
Lots of updates from San Diego about SDCC. Good stuff.
Make some French press coffee and had five pieces of toast. Hungry, I know. Had "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter And That No One Asks What It Really Is" on my toast with a wonderful sugar free fruit spread made locally.
During breakfast, I entertained myself by watching Sarah Silverman's "Jesus is Magic" show from the other night on CC. I laughed my ass off. My favorite line has to do with Sarah telling her niece that every time she's bad, an angel gets AIDS. I mean that's just great shit.
Speaking of which, I hit the Holy Trinity of Every Man's Morning: The Three S's: Shave, shit, shower. Your version might be different, guys. Some other guys I know add floggin' the bishop to that morning routine, as I'm sure some folks here would understand.
Went to my local comic shop and spent thirty-two bucks. Caught up on Captain America, Ultimate Spider-Man, Green Lantern, Action Comics. Haven't read the rest of my stack because I had to go pick up my daughter.
Came home, she went to sleep for two hours. I read more SDCC news, downloaded Google's SketchUp, tried it for a few seconds, than got frustrated and decided to read some comics.
Afterwards, I continued my quest to purge my laptop of the fucking bastard virus it's got while checking in here and elsewhere on my wife's computer.
The night flew by tonight. Waiting for the washer to stop so I can switch the clothes and hit the hay.
Might have to drop some bombs on the old porcelain fortress before bed, but I think it's just gas. Been gassy since the chicken "McNuggets' from McDonald's for dinner. They were pretty McBad.
Anyway, this day is over, bitches. I'll say word to your momma when I'm done with her.
