Hello again. You might remember Chris, right? He writes sometimes. And features in AIM comics a lot. Well, this is like a fantastic crossover comic, where I used a real AIM conversation, but we are in a hand drawn comic that takes place in Unicorn Valley! I’m pretty sure that this is not the first time I’ve done this. Not at all.
We go a little costume crazy around here every year. And one of our favorite traditions is collectively looking over what costume sites have to offer. Especially terrible sexy Halloween costumes.
It’s October in Unicorn Valley and we are all clustered at the OMGJeremy Headquarters where we are busy with the busiest time of year.
You know how it is a good practice, whenever you are sitting around idling – perhaps in a waiting room, perhaps in transit to/from work/school, perhaps a million other scenarios – to play games inside of your mind.
Unbelievably, I started writing this article at the end of summer in 2010. I felt I needed to conduct better research, really sip at my sodas and think them over. I did. It wound up being Winter.
Growing up in the South (as a PROUD SOUTHERNER) I was offered a variety of food and drink items on a regular basis. Most of these were good. We’re talking about your fried chicken, watermelon, grape soda, SOME BBQ, Cheerwine, and other assorted Southern delicacies. This was quite pleasing, as they were always being offered and seemingly readily abundant. There are however a few Southern staples that don’t please me. There are a few food / drink items that downright disgust me. The big problem is that those were just as readily available and were being offered to me just as often. But one item stood out above all others… and it was a beverage. In fact, I don’t think it even deserves to be called a beverage. It’s swill. The foulest swill. It haunted me throughout my childhood. One sip and I turned into Jim Carrey, my face contorting wildly, jaw jutting out further than my bone structure allowed. Much like Jim Carrey, this was no laughing matter either.
I was plagued my entire goddamn childhood by SWEET TEA!
So lately I’ve been trying to find something that I can eat for lunch at work that doesn’t come out of that part of the frozen meal section that oh so many middle aged women huddle around at your local supermarket. While those frozen meals are generally OK, I find myself slowly spiralling into depression more and more with every microwave thawing of one. I have no idea why. Maybe because it makes me sad that I would much rather be eating Spaghettios straight out of the can than sitting there deciding if I would rather get another frozen brick of French Mushroom Italian Delight Panini, or Italian Lobster Fish Fart Bake. At least Spaghettios have a taste. They taste like Spaghettios. All of that frozen stuff just tastes like microwave radiation. No matter how many fancy ingredients you claim are in it.
Chances are you are like me and you take a lot of modern conveniences for granted. There isn’t really anything wrong with that, I guess.
Melissa and I really know how to have a good time, as exhibited by our excitement over making tea.
