"Cosgrove, how come you never got married?"

"Because I like meat too much."

"You can get married and still eat a lot of meat."

"... I didn't know that."

Post- St. Barackentine's Choco-Rocko-Flexi-Fest update:

Super, super, super awesome times. Really drat good. Solid. 4+. 

How geeks celebrate Valentine's day:

BBQ, Coraline, Silver Snail, Left 4 Dead and Garfield Minus Garfield. 

Golly, nerds are the best.

Unfortunately, weekends have to end for some reason (a fundamental flaw in the design, in my opinion). Aaaaand I woke up ridiculously ill this morning (the coughing, sneezing kind, not the whoops, baby! vomit-y kind). Just to add to this fun, I have a couple weeks of assignments and tests to look forward to. Muhmuhmuh.

To remember, once I have a life again: read newly-acquired Batmans, get back to Clinton asap, work on sketches (Rod&Mitch + something new). 

Also, EVERYONE GO SEE THE RIVAL BOYS ON FEBRUARY 28th AT RANCHO RELAXO! I'll be there, live and in person! But for now, I'm curling up in my big, lonesome bed with Kleenex and Halls.

Where would we be without the agitators of the world attaching the electrodes of knowledge to the nipples of ignorance?

For all my beautiful, regular readers, I'm so sorry to have left you hanging upside-down on the sweet-ass roller-coaster that is my life. I've been at school, where I'm supposed to be doing things that usually require time and effort. I have these little things called exams coming up, and with exams comes final projects and the like. 

So I have all of these little annoyances constantly barking in my brain barrel, and meanwhile I have an absolute metric megaton (a couple) of ideas that I could be making into sketches. Life is so cruel. Well, not really. 

Also, everyone's favourite corporate-designed superholiday is coming up. You know, the kind what has the chocolates that I eat? I don't remember what it is called, so I'll just call it St. Obama's Cinnamon Heart Saturday Extravaganza. Actually, that sounds about right. I guess I did remember. 

On this day of days, I will be eating gratuitous species of animals and in a consistent state of smiles and hugging. But that probably would have happened anyway. I don't think I'll have the time to go out and get a present for the sacred day, so I guess I'll have to fashion some sort of cloth doll out of Andrew's clothes. Just like the first Obamadon. Actually, I have a couple ideas but I'm not sure who lurks here, so I'm not going to post them. You'll just have to wait, you!

I'm hoping once next term starts and things somewhat calm down in the school department, I'll be able to return with the funnies. I pretty much have the best schedule ever next semester. Thursday AND Friday off? Tits!

Who knows what I'll stuff into my humour cannon next? STAY TUNED!

Seacrest out.

No title.

No energy.

Sick, sore, lonely, impatient, unmotivated.

Not letting things bother me that should.

Letting things bother me that shouldn't.

Fuuuuck.

The metric week consists of 3 days: MWEN, TURTH and Sunday.

So, after more than 12 weeks, I returned to my newly "remediated" home of higher learning. It felt much as my very first day did. There was far too many people, I wasn't really sure what I was supposed to be doing, and I sure wasn't holding out hope of seeing a familiar face. 

Luckily, the day wore on to more pleasant results. I saw people I knew, and had missed. My classes (so far) had not been excruciating. Nazis? Satire? The Big Lebowski? Yes! And even the remediation plan thus far does not seem too painful. Sure, we aren't getting a bunch of assignments knocked off, but even if we did, would it be worth the thousands I paid to be here, just to get off easy by default? 

Hopefully the rest of my (exceptionally short) term will leave me standing, with a shred of either energy, hope or dignity. It may choose which one. 

Meanwhile, on the sketch comedy front, we currently have two episodes of Rod and Mitch completed. Episode 3 has been rough drafted, and episodes 4 and 5 have been concept-ed (conceived?). Stay tuned, kids.

My dearest/darlingest/directorest is coming up for Valentine's Day. It wasn't planned that way, but gosh darn if that isn't just adorable.

Well, that's all the mud that's fit to bake.

Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.

Good times, noodle salad.

Back to school tomorrow. Genuinely terrifying.

Two episodes finished and online! I feel somewhat accomplished. Check them out, please!

I don't think you read this, but I miss you incredibly. All my senses have dulled, as if touch and smell have less value without you. I have found home; I am not home.