Happy birthday to Marvin! One of these days, my sister is going to set up shop somewhere on the internet to sell off her chicken artwork. At the moment, she has no time to learn html.
Anyways, that paranoid feeling is sneaking up on me again. It must have been the local grocery store with half of its shelves completely empty and the cash register worked by a creepy thin man with a mustache.
"34 Million". (via Avaleeland Dot Com) Although I think it's for a good cause, this comic treads a fine line between amusement/satire and blatant advertisement. I took the red pill. (via Allied) This is one of the things that make it such a gray area. Everyday Yoga. At your desk. I hope you don't strain a muscle. My Virtual Model Inc. Fun, but scary. Toaster Art. Okay art critics, try analyzing that! Japanese Smileys. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but an emoticon is simply a mish-mash of punctuation. I'm probably old-fashioned, but smileys only convey one thing for me--that you do not take your writing seriously. If you're happy, sad, or angry, words should be sufficient to express the general feeling. (Of course, written words are no substitute of speaking in person, but that is completely different.)
