To be completely frank, I have absolutely no desire to know what this says about my subconscious. Not even a little.

This probably takes me up to about 950 cups of coffee so far. Give or take.

"Alien" has never really creeped me out that much; I think I now know why. Also, I should probably specify that this was more a case of my parents going to see "Alien" with me in tow (sleeping), not them thinking, "Hey, I bet the baby wants to see Sigourney Weaver kick intergalactic behind!"

And sorry about the lack of punctuality with these comics. Life's been busy as of late and finding random snippets of time is taking MacGyver-like levels of creativity. Also, occasionally I do like to sleep.

To err is human...

I'm ashamed to admit this, but in complete honesty, the free pizza really was the tipping point.

Quite frankly, if I never hear another thing about a particular Hollywood socialite's failed marriage, it will be too soon.

In light of that, the elderly couple sitting near me at the library was a poignant reminder of what love really looks like. The wife appeared to have had a stroke (based on her speech and movements) and the endless patience her husband possessed was incredibly moving. And since they'll never make the cover of a national magazine anytime soon, here's their 15 minutes.

If the shoe vest fits, wear it. That said, I'm not planning on sporting any Hello Kitty threads anytime soon.