Historical Hunger

Historical Hunger

It’s a dark history, but a filling one.

Some times I wonder about my hatred for dogs. I mean, I run around barefoot so I hate the idea of anything at ground level with teeth. Also, I’ve seen packs of wild dogs and they’re terrifying.

But maybe it’s just that I’m a cat person. Cats don’t bark or try to eat your toes. Anyways, stick people love dogs. They’ll eat anything that moves with few exceptions. I guess it’s a cultural thing.

Swearing Skill

Swearing Skill

Swearing is an art.

I’ve always had mixed feeling about cartoon-style swearing. On one hand in superhero comics it’s sometimes feels silly — why not just let fictional characters be more real?

On the other hand, it sort of looks fun and it definitely works with the younger crowd. If I could swear like this, I probably would.

Judgement Cage

Judgement Cage

Death has a way of engendering appetite.

Let’s talk about punishment. I believe that putting people in cages and threatening to drop them off cliffs is rather harsh for stealing cake. On the other hand, is it any worse than putting them in a cell and leaving them to rot for 20 years?

Politics aside, I have no problem in extending the hand of mercy to anyone who commits lesser crimes. Just so long as they’re not crimes against me.

Birthday Jerk

Birthday Jerk

Put it back, Pirate!

Here’s a rule I live by: if it’s my birthday, I don’t work. That means I don’t go to class (unless I have an exam), I call in to work, and I generally have fun and relax. I don’t want to deal with anything on this special day of days.

That includes jerks running off with my cake and presents. That should be a hanging offense.