I blame grandpa sundog, obviously.
It appears I received a pinebook pro in the mail.
I don't remember ordering a pinebook pro.
I mean, it Seems like something I'd do, I just have no recollection of it.
I very nearly ordered on three days ago, so I'm glad I didn't order that (second?) one.
I guess I should figure out what slaps.
We made it home. I'm going to sleep
I'm still alive. I'm no longer driving. I'm still two point five hours from my apartment.
Did I mention, I think I'm supposed to work today? Obviously it is pretty unlikely that I will do that with any success.
Beyond that, I have lots of other work to do, and bigger/less frivolous thoughts than action figure selection, but I also have to drive.
At the moment I'm just reaching through my collected comic book knowledge and trying to find characters that I would want toys for.
The Black terror, space hawk, Zorro, the arrow, dare devil, the shield, the blue beetle, the black hood, and a few others have made the short list.
I really want to do a microface figure but I think I'm the only person in the world that wants that.
I had a lot of time to think on this trip, and I'm synthesizing those thoughts. I have work to do, and a long drive that I'm about to take a left of, but I'll be threading some thoughts here and there for a few days.
Defying all expectations, we are hitting the road Now.
I should specify that I feel like I'm on the receiving end of this, not the giving end.
I don't anymore, but there was a time when I got by on a real Jeff Winger style mixture of charisma and bullshit.
Me to me: who the hell was impressed by you?
Hypocritical Kiss might be the most brutal lyrical evisceration I listen to on a regular basis.
" My temper got the best of me and when I say that I mean that I know every single word that I said was true."
"And who the hell is impressed by you. I want names of the people that we know who are falling for this."