There are still a lot of folks from our July wedding that Lee-Ann and I haven't thanked yet (you know who you are). I'm sure by the time our anniversary rolls around, they'll have been wished a Merry Christmas.
I had a dream last night that my friend Jack showed up to a high school reunion wearing lederhosen. They were orange. Don't ask me how that turned into this; I do not know. But at least I know that I dream in color.
Lee-Ann (who did in fact own a Commodore 64 in her youth) thinks these characters are "too fat." I had to explain that they are, in fact, hamsters, and that hamsters just don't come in particularly svelte sizes.
Not sure how I feel about the mental structure behind creating this particular comic. I regularly wonder about why caffeine somehow makes Coke & coffee taste different, and for that matter, the odd coincidence that coffee and caffeine are so similarly spelled. I will also regularly ask questions like this to anyone and everyone. But this comic just wrote itself with the punching. It was automatically generated by my brain to have this rambling, inquisitive character punched. My only conclusion is that I annoy the hell out of myself, and like I said, I'm not sure how I feel about that.
So around the corner, there's this place that used to be called "Adam's Food Store." They've recently changed their name to "Discount Food Store," retaining all their crappy employees and crappy prices. Their deli won't even be re-opened for another four weeks. But for some reason, because of the name change alone apparently, the place is three times as packed as it ever was. It took me 20 minutes just to buy seltzer, people.
Here is the twentieth Hamsterdunce comic. Boy oh boy, I figured I'd have quit this thing by now. But no, it is simply too much fun, especially on a day like today when cool guys like Matt "Stretta" Davidson share writing duties.
These Sunday ones have been really fun. This one features 26 hamsters. Please enjoy the full color hamsters.
And by the way, yes, there are very probably 100 bands out there called "Free Beer." Another good one, I always have thought, is a band called "TBA" (as in "To Be Announced.") For local music news-rags that run band info, bars & clubs will just tell 'em "TBA" if nothing's set in stone yet, so this wuold be a good name for a struggling young band; people might actually believe they're playing like a dozen gigs in one weekend! If you use this idea, you may mail all your excess residuals thusly-like.
In all fairness, I do connect with at least half of my ex work friends on Facebook at least once every four months or so... but far, far gone are the days of mopping beer off each other's floors with our beards.