Poor simple Mike; he doesn't get it. Allow me to explain it for you!
The stick figure man has just told himself in the mirror "My, what magnificent lips you have!".
It could be that Mike isn't stupid, and has simply never read Little Red Riding Hood.
...But I'm just going to assume that he's drunk.

Speaking of Mikeypoo, we went out for a drink on Tuesday night. It was heaps of fun, our friends and I bought some cards and played Blackjack! We forgot a large amount of game mechanics, but I'll attribute that to the drinking. A good night indeed.

My nemesis Mspaint

Ohh fatty, will you ever learn?
In his defense, he is glued to the floor with liquid nails, so he can't get much exercise.
Speaking of which, I just remembered that I stopped doing that. My bad.

"So Scott," you may ask, "what's with the lack of updates recently?"
In answer to your question that I asked, the updates went through the wash in the pocket of my jeans, and were subsequently lost. I blame Evan mostly, because he's not here to defend himself. Even if he were here, I doubt he'd do anything more than say something like "Tschhhh...".
Updates have been a bit slow because I've been a bit busy. A sound excuse. Also I'm using this other computer that Dad lent me, and it's not particularly fun to use. Which has its benefits I suppose - spending less time on the computer is a good thing.
But I do miss Team Fortress 2.

So I was just on the phone, during which time I discovered that my mobile can only sustain about ten minutes of battery power while in a call. This doesn't seem like good news.
I doubt you can still buy new batteries for 3315s these days, that model being like seven years old or something. I'm hoping they're available somewhere, because I don't want to upgrade, I like that 3315. Although it only holds around 23 messages. That's not fantastic. But the thing's built like a fucking brick - they're indestructable! And no that is not a challenge. Do not steal my phone and throw it at a wall while I'm distracted.

Kung Fu Panda is very funny. Go see it. Now.

The greatest image in the world

Look at this. And I mean really look at it.
This - my friends - is fucking fantastic.
Brandon is fucking fantastic.
I love it.
Thank you Brandonius.

Employment! I'm getting there folks. Large amount of work coming from Dad right now, and there are some job-jobs on the table. One of them happens to be about two hours' commute away though. The other one is nowhere near as far, but not as serious or long lasting. It's quite a pickle indeed. There's the serious far away job that seems to be the beginning of a career of sorts, and the work-in-a-shop job that is outstandingly closer and not such a big decision. If you could add polls to blawg posts I'd let you three readers decide for me.

My cousin came over last night to play guitars, drink, eat nachos and watch Arrested Development. It was awesome fun! Lots of Foo Fighters and John Butler. He and I were born 17 days apart, so we've decided that next March we'll have one big family dinner for our 21st birthdays instead of two. The plan is that in doing this, we will have somewhat minimalised embarrassing stories from parents. The focus being on both of us rather than just the one. Unfortunately the more I think about it the less sense it makes. I did have a bit of beer in me when I came up with this plan. My main concern is that we'd need some sort of novelty oversized table. Ridiculously big. Impractically large.

You may remember that last week I said my computer died, and that my car may turn into a Bugatti. I was quite wrong. The next time I drove somewhere, my seat broke. The slider snapped off the part of the car it was connected to, so it rocks back and forth now. At least it takes the edge off the horrible suspension, so it's not all bad. But it still proves that my theory was wrong - it seems that all my possessions are doomed to break and die horrible deaths.
Perhaps I shouldn't have nice things, just for that reason.