Claw marks in the frozen peas

My process for asking a girl out on a date is eerily similar to Flint’s in Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Although I’ve gotten a lot better in recent years, the knack for being socially inept occasionally creeps out to keep my life amusing. (click to embiggen)

This is a drawing I found underneath my bed a few days ago, which I’m sure was drawn by the nephew. When the niece draws up heist blueprints, her drawings look like they were done by a drunk driver because the lines are swerving all over the place. I like color, but I don’t think the swatches of color she leaves on the floor would get my room featured on Apartment Therapy. I would report her for negligence if there were coloring authorities.

I cannot make up my mind on whether the green triangles represent miniature mountains or corrugated grass. Overall I enjoy the nephew’s depiction of still life. What concerns me though are the two black squiggles. One can logically conclude they are one of three possible things:

• Danish postmodern chairs
• Goth earthworms
• The insignia of the Nazi Schutzstaffel

Lord Rufus T. Pugsmere by Artsammich

I feel like I’m getting smarter with each episode of the Big Bang Theory I watch.

In the event that you were wondering, word creation is but one of the assorted benefits you would enjoy in a friendship with me.

I finally bought myself a proper Technics turntable after patiently watching craigslist for nearly 2 years for the right one. I Jedi Mind Tricked the guy into selling it to me a for a cool 30 bucks. Last night after staring at my record collection for nearly 5 minutes, I opted to listen to some mp3s instead. Consider it money well spent.