Potatoes are cool.
(comicgenesis link to the same strip here)
So here I am getting stabbed for my hippie ways, and The Puppy is getting way too carried away ventilating baked potatoes of the future. Life is fun in my head.
Someday I plan to put something together to chronicle M'Man's time among the potato trees of the planet Idaho. (This was before I knew Brak (of Space Ghost infamy) was from planet Idaho as well, and so I'll need to figure out what to do about that, because the last thing I need is the Cartoon Network coming after me thinking my cat's personal history is infringing on their ideas. I mean, other than me...drawing...that's like a total rip off of everything the Cartoon Network stands for.)
I am almost done with my huge project. It's also, sadly, hitting the totally unrelated time* where I can't type sane. For instance, on my way here, I ended up on livejounal.cmo, and recently wrote a comment that ended with me offering to take over for, "Anyone who doesn't want to do themselves." ...Oh, how I mangle the language. Never think the word "it" isn't important, even if it does offend the Knights who 'til recently said Ni.
(*his happens evey few weeks. I swar. Look att his. O_O It goes away, luckily. It took me three tries to get the post to a point where it didn;t appear yo be written by Ed Harris at that bit in The Abyss where he starts typing all crazy. The cruelst part is that my mind itself works better than usual when the fingers hit all the wrong kits. Keys. Hellfire.)