Tuesday, August 17, 2004

In fact, Jolly Ranchers are so good they deserve their own skin on Group Sounds.
I finished off an entire bag of Jolly Ranchers last night. It's gone now, and I am sad.

Where did the name "Jolly Ranchers" come from, anyway? Was there a group of cattle rustlers in Kansas who one day decided to create a delicious candy that would make them millions?

Or perhaps the candies are actually made of declious, fruit-flavored ranch hands. I smell a coverup.

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It's Tuesday, and just for any of you who remember and/or care, I have a special treat just for you.



Why did I make this, you ask? I promised two weeks ago that I would do weekly webcomics that would update on Tuesdays. My hard drive crapped out on me last week, so all my files- including Photoshop and my scanner stuff- was lost.

So I guess you'll all just have to live with it. I'm sorry. I know how much your lives revolve around them.

Hahaha. I am hilarious.

Anyway, as soon as I get the DSL hooked up to the desktop again, everything should get back to normal.

(By the way, why is the scanner dead in the picture if it's the hard drive that was the problem? I suppose it's one of those mysteries that not even the CIA could ever solve.)

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My brother spent twenty perfectly good dollars on Tekken Tag yesterday. I felt rather neutral on his purchase at the time, but now I regret not stopping him. Soul Calibur II is a far better game with more interesting characters, better fighting stages and easier-to-execute combos. Why the hell should you tap left, pause, hold right for one second and then press triangle just to bitch-slap somebody?

Damn button mashers. It made me want to go play Soul Calibur II.

It could at least have a nice variety sexy female characters, but no, there can only be one of them. The other ones all look like Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction or Talim with a Native American headdress on.

Bleh, I don't even want to talk about it anymore.

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I was cleaning out my closet today, and I came across this little book that I remember making in second grade. It was made out of six pieces of construction paper and three staples, and was titled, "The Boy Who Played Way Too Many Video Games."

Basically, it was a story about a kid who got a Super Nintendo and became very, very obsessed with video games. His dad decides to put an hour-a-day limit on the kid's gaming, so he decides to use his allowance at the arcade. He then stopped doing his chores, expecting to still get the money, but he didn't, and he eventually went insane.

On the back cover it showed him zombified in front of a computer, chanting "Solitaire, solitaire, solitaire.."

At one point in the book the guy said that he should maybe go online more often. It was like some sort of eerie foreshadowing of my life, six years later.

TEH SILLYCIRCUS 2: Posting spree from beyond the grave. Day 2.
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