I've been up all night thinking. Sometimes I have nights like this where my brain just can't shut off, and no matter how sleepy I might be, or what I have to do in the morning, I just lie awake. Luckily I work a night shift tomorrow so I'm not in too much trouble.

I worry sometimes that I'm too self-involved. It's a real catch 22, because on one hand I embrace the imperative of self-examination and improvement. But on the other hand spending all day looking inward to see what need's fixing leaves little opportunity for helping others, and that's no good. So what do you do?

Maybe self betterment can happen organically as a result of focusing on the needs of others. Maybe the very act of moving past yourself is enough.

I should go to bed.

The Got Milk company had an ad about how Milk apparently alleviates the symptoms of PMS, and it featured a picture of a hapless looking man with the caption: "When Everything I do is Wrong." They had to change it because a bunch of women complained that PMS is nothing to joke about. Probably because they were on their period or something.

 You see ladies, this is why men think you're not funny. PMS happens to every woman, and for the most part it's not that serious a medical problem. I mean, it happens every month. It's not like they made a breast cancer ad with the caption "When your own boobies turn on you."

It would be like if they made a joke about how men go bald, but then men everywhere got all pissed off and demanded they change it.

Going to PAX in a month

My brother has an extra ticket to PAX, and he's buying me a plane ticket to Seattle. I've never been to either, so I'm looking forward to it.

Wisdom Teeth yanked.

 I had four wisdom teeth pulled this morning. The timing is pretty lame, considering that my dad also recently had a procedure done. He says they had to stick him 11 times with the needle before they could find a vein. Nonetheless, my dad is being very helpful. The two of us are home from work, and he's taken the liberty of getting me smoothies and milkshakes. 

Apparently, once you have teeth pulled your mouth becomes a gusher of blood that cannot be stemmed. Soreness is a non-issue due to the painkillers, but it's kind of surreal to be bleeding like some kind of hellish fire hydrant with no corresponding pain.

 My dad is watching some awful show about Alligator hunters. But I just took two Oxycodone so everything is kind of awesome.

According to Yahoo, Kim Kardashian is suing Old Navy because they're using a model in their ads who she claims resembles her. So by Kim's logic, nobody that looks like her should ever be in commercials. That's very similar to an  argument I once had with my little brother. I was playing with my Power Ranger toys, so he started playing with HIS Power Ranger toys, and I said he couldn't because he was copying me.

The thing is, I was five. Kim is an adult. At the risk of echoing my last post, I can't help but think that Kim Kardashian needs something to do during the day, because she obviously has way too much time on her hands.

Watched a few episodes of Hoarders on Netflix. I spent the next two hours cleaning my room.

I've noticed that a lot of the people featured on the show are either retired or on disability. And from what I gather they also spend most of their time on the internet or watching TV. It makes me wonder how many people would become hoarders if it weren't for their jobs, or hobbies, or whatever they do to occupy their time.


It also makes me think that Hoarding is largely the result of people having nothing to do all day.

My new Yugioh project.

Last week's 4-2 not top 8 performance at PPF with Amazons was kind of a bummer, so I've started gathering the cards for a Gravekeeper deck. I haven't played to the meta since Glad Beasts so this should be interesting. Also, Pojo is full of cheapskates.

The image that comes to mind when I consider my summer to this point is somewhat blurry. As the days run together everything melds into an distinguishable blob of Wendy's, Netflix, and bike rides, with two freeze frames in the form of visits with Brianna.

Family Guy is a ripoff of the Simpsons, this much is understood. The only real difference between the two is that it took the Simpsons fifteen years to stop being funny, whereas Family Guy only really had about three good years. As King of the Hill ends, my incessant need to watch an animated TV family has caused me to turn to American Dad. While most viewers know this show as "Seth Mcfarlanes other show," American Dad is clearly superior. Unlike Family Guy, cutaway humor is extremely minimal, and pop culture references are actually clever rather than scattered carelessly as a way of disguising the fact that there are no actual jokes at any point in the episode. In fact, the vast majority of pop culture references come from a single character: Roger The Alien. This is a brilliant move on the writer's part. In Family Guy, every family member, and even the supporting cast, constantly make the kind of remarks that only a TV junkie who does nothing all day but sit on the couch and flip back and forth between Nick at Nite and TMC would make. Roger the Alien is exactly this kind of person, and that's his whole shtick.

First Post

My first blog post! I can't wait to write all about my day to life! Wow, I'm already boring myself.