Crossing the line of reality.

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I think it’s pretty obvious by now that I have a rather active imagination where my life is concerned. For instance, if a spider were to drop from the ceiling, onto my bed, and steal one of my earplugs, I’d probably let him keep it.

This week should start a new arc of the story…if I can uncramp my hand.

I would like to add that the nine-year-old I used to be really likes the title “Revenge of the Sith.” We’ll get to that this week too, I’m sure.

Everybody has their own doom.

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I put so much effort into the 7/21 strip, that I’ve held up the 7/23 one.

Now my hand is cramped.

For the record, I don’t keep the shop-vac that close to the basement door, and I’d never leave the radio plugged in on the stairs. I could kill someone with that, and at the moment there’s no one I want to kill in the vicinity of my basement stairs.

I’ve said too much.

How cool would that be?

20040714If I could take the furry kids shopping for their own food, maybe their sophisticated sense of smell would tell them what they’d like to eat.

No, really.

Ninjas have sophisticated senses.

Don’t give me any of that 17-year claptrap!

20040712Cicadas emerge from my lawn every year. Oh, sure, they’re not the big ones, but what they lack in size, they make up in number. One almost always is chosen as ambassador and tries to greet me. It never works out.

I assume they were surprised to see the tree gone as well.

Back to my roots.

20040702This is the first time I tried to scan a napkin, and I’m not at all thrilled with the result. This doesn’t make me look forward to scanning the other hundred or so napkins I’ve drawn on over the years.

Damn you, Marcal! Damn you and your embossed paper products!

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