TeeHee: Nazis

So remember when I said I was going to make the insinuation that the Dean of Student Affairs might fund Nazi activities? Remember how I was going to try and piss people off?

Well, it sort of worked... sort of.

A few days after it was published, my friend Grant, who is one of the lead editors/managers/ guy who does everything for the paper, was called in for a little chat with the Dean. Yeah sure it was about something else (probably more important, too...damn), but as Grant was getting ready to leave, the Dean stopped him and asked him to explain it to him.

So not only did I get away with making the insinuation, I also made one of my best friends have to explain to the person being made fun of that he might potentially fund European genocide.

Does laughing at that make me a bad person? Probably not.

Also, here is the comic:

fuck it. I'm going to Asia.

It's been far too long since I last wrote here. And believe me that I have been reminded of this fact several times by the one or two people that read this. But that's in the past and I'm bored, so here goes:

I've taken on the role of "cartoon guy" on Coe's campus, rushing in to fill the void left by my recently (and by that I mean several months ago) graduated friend. It's been my goal to get a cartoon published in every week of the paper, and so far it's been working out. When I first started, I had it in my head that I should avoid pissing anyone off (ie. Student Senate, Republicans, etc.). I thought that it would be better if I could provide laughs for everyone, not just people capable of coherent thought (hiyo!). But as time went on (I lasted all of a week), I found that I wanted more and more to strike a nerve. Thus, things like this came about:

For the Republicans
and taking a shot at Senate.

And while I haven't gotten the outrage that a certain other cartoonist felt last year, I like to tell myself that I've rocked my readers to the core. And as no one has given me too muck flak, the idea for my comic is to insinuate that members of the Third Reich (that is, Nazis) could acquire funds from Coe's Dean of Student Affairs. Needless to say, this isn't true and I'm excited to see what the response will be.

Oh, and in reference to the title: I'm probably going to Asia next semester. To study swordplay. Suck on that.

-TinMan

because there are times i question my brightness

I went shopping today. It started off as only looking for a book and maybe a refreshing coffee beverage of some sort, but it became something a little more expensive in a manner or minutes. Whilst enjoying my frozen mocha-espresso-banana drink, I wandered about the mall and a shirt caught my eye. It was a simple gray shirt, but for some reason it spoke to me and I decided that i wanted it. Then came the first problem: it was in an Abercrombie store. One should know that back in my angsty high school days i swore i would never shop in such a preppy, expensive, and otherwise inaccessible-to-people-like-me store. So when I realized that my intended purchase was inside a store that I had once considered evil, I was a bit torn. But after a few more sips of frosty coffee drink, I had decided that I was stupid in high school and proceeded inside.

Upon finding the rack that contained my sought-after shirt I grabbed a size small. I figured that this was the size i normally wear, so it should fit right? Wrong.

In the dressing room, I attempted to don the shirt and promptly became stuck. My head trapped between my elbows, I struggled to find a method of escape. This resulted in me hooking the collar of shirt on the provided clothing rack and pulling. After almost doubling over from a quick release, I had decided that perhaps i should try the next size up.

I returned again to the fitting room with a medium and a large (just in case). When trying on the Medium, I had essentially the same experience as with the small, only now I felt that the situation was getting a bit ridiculous. I wore smalls! Not mediums and most certainly not larges. But the shirt was pretty so I tried on the biggest shirt they had available, feeling defeated. And it looked good. I shrugged and decided that the shirt was worth the trouble and went on to purchase it.

Having gotten home with my new prize, I thought it fun to share the news with my better half. After telling her of my story, she stopped me and asked:

"Wait. Which store did you go to?"
"Abercrombie"
"Abercrombie or Abercrombie & Fitch?"
"The first one."
"You do realize that Abercrombie is meant for little kids, right?"
"...that would explain a lot."

So after being laughed at for a good couple minutes, I have learned that adult models on the walls of the store do not necessarily mean that the clothes are meant for people of that age bracket. Apparently, I should pay more attention to things of that nature. But then again, the shirt looks good, so you wont hear me complaining.

Oh, and here's a random drawing I did for you:

Yeah, I have no idea either...

-TinMan

New possibilities

I realize that my devotion to anything online such as, oh say, this blog can easily be questioned, but I had an idea:

I'm thinking about starting a webcomic.

In all likelihood, it would be updated sporadically and possibly very generic, college-y, or just not that funny.

But that being the case, would anyone consider reading it?

-TinMan

Just so I can piss off all three people that read this thing:

a short post.

one of my oldest best friends got married last weekend.

holy shit.

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p.s. i'll try to be a bit better about actually doing something with this.

For Shits and Giggles

This is what happens when the newspaper has nothing to publish...

I get to be stupid

It's times like these that I identify with the tin man...

So my heart's broken.

Not in the sense that I'm romantically destroyed or completely and utterly lonely, but in the fact that my heart is physically broken.

Don't worry it's nothing serious.

You see, the way a normal heart works is that it shoots electricity (which I thought was kick-ass by the way) down a path way to the lower chambers of the heart. You should know that this is all coming from memory of what a cardiologist told me yesterday, so the specifics might be a bit off. But around the middle of our ticker, the pathway splits, going off the the right and the left leading to the muscles contracting and pumping blood. That's how it normally works. But the thing is, my heart doesn't work that way. When the path splits, there's a blockage on the right side, meaning that my heart isn't doing the proper contractions. This sounds a lot worse than it actually is. The great thing about being me (or human, in all actuality) is that we adapt. My heart compensates for this and keeps me from keeling over. Fun stuff.

But that isn't to say that there weren't scary times surrounding this discovery. For those of you who don't know, my father died of a heart attack. So, when I started having chest pains and shortness of breath, you could probably understand why I might have been a bit frightened. I'm not going to say that I thought I was going to die or anything like that, because it never seemed that serious. But It did put things in a new light. I started thinking about things I'd like to do before I go and people I'd like to spend more time with. You know, cliched stuff like that.

But I was talking to a good friend of mine recently and came to the realization that despite the fact that I had faced mortality I:
still like girls
still like drawing
still like music
still like writing
still hate shrimp
still have no clue what I'm doing with my life.

So for the most part, all I did was get out of a little class and scare the hell out of my family.