So the writerís strike is officially over,
boys and gals. 92.5% of the WGA writers voted to take the new
offer that was put on the table, which means that 7.5% of the
writerís guild is going to ruin television out of spite. I hope
they donít write for the shows that I like.
Whatís hilarious about this comic is that
when Jeff first showed me his rough idea, I never wore sweatpants.
Since then, however, Iíve inadvertently acquired a pair that I
do wear quite a bit. I donít know if itís a direct result of
that comic or just a product of me being a slob. What I do know,
however, is that I sure love these sweatpants.
So I picked up an acoustic guitar on the
cheap from a friend and said friend is also teaching me how to
play. Iím excited, as Iíve enjoyed what little Iíve practiced
so far, but I also have ridiculous irrational fears about playing
guitar. My main fear is that Iíll slide my hand down the neck
too fast and the strings will slice all of my fingers open.
Another fear, which is more horrific but I feel less likely to
happen, is a string snapping and slicing me across the face,
possibly taking my eye out. Some shit like that happened in the
remake of The Haunting and it could easily happen to me!
ON WITH THE TELEVISION!!!