Fish Bones and Comics and Whining

Yesterday, I had a very unfortunate run-in with a unusual bluefish. One whose skeleton was evidently contained completely within a single cubing centimeter of meat. Upon placing that particular bite in my mouth, I spit out a vast number of bones, some of which found there way into some zuchinni making for more pitfalls down the road, and at least one managed to sneak out the back way and get lodged in my throat, scraping at my esophogial track for a good... 8 hours or so.

This was, needless to say, a highly disconcerting experience. So much so that it gave me a small panic attack. What are the effects of that you ask? Why a tightening of the throat of course! This just escalated the problem naturally, and after trying to cough it up all night I had more than enough irritation of the throat to give me psychosomatic symptoms far worse than having the bone there. Heck, just mentioning this is bothering my throat!

Anyway, point is, I didn't sleep too well last night.

That isn't how I spent the bulk of my week though. For the most part, I didn't do a darn thing worth mentioning this week. The server this page is on has been down, which cut a few of my plans short, people's schedules scratched a few more. Then of course came the delays of various things I planned to keep myself busy with. So around Thursday evening, the point in the week where I never have anything scheduled to do, my boredom levels crossed that threshold that throws me into robot mode. That strange frame of mind where I'll sit down and jot down a few hundred K of raw numerical data without stopping.

Of course, this week I didn't have any raw numerical data in need of jotting down, so instead that compulsion went towards overpowering my crippling lack of self-esteem long enough to actually make a little headway on this. Now mind you, I still consider that artwork to be total dren unfit to see the light of day (except the arrow made of blood there), but I've seen worse paraded around proudly, so I'm forced to accept the possibility that that's just my opinion. So, what I'm getting at here is that the odds of my posting any more of that are pretty much based entirely on response. Come to think of it though, there isn't much sense in making this speech now, since that's pretty much just a link to a title at the moment.

You know... this rant really isn't going anywhere. I should remember not to try writing this sort of thing when I'm sleep deprived and in a lousy mood.

To make up for everything up to this point, here's some food for thought!

There are a good dozen terms in the english language for fecal matter, but only one for hand.

What are the last names of the members of royal families?

Could you milk a female minotaur?

If a mime was dying in the street, would you be more likely to call an ambulance if he kept quiet?

If videogames really cause copycat violence, how come Pac-Man didn't result in thousands of kids running around biting people?