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“Hobbies of any kind are boring, except to people who have the same hobby.”
Dave Barry

I pride myself on not letting what’s going on in the world get me down. Christ, do you ever watch the 10:00 news? Is there a more depressing 30 minutes of TV? So I avoid it. I also read comic books. I hang out on IRC and act like a moron with my friends (HaCsA Roolez!). I subscribe to MAD magazine. I have every Three Stooges short in mpeg format (Thanks Snard!). I spend 8+ hours watching football on Sunday during the NFL season. I do these things because if you stop and think what’s going on out there, it’ll scare ya to death. Is avoiding things the best way to deal with life? Nope. But as Popeye says, I Yam What I Yam. So while people are fretting where the next attack is coming from, just remember I’m driving somewhere around Dallas looking for a place that sells Sea Monkey food. Im all out.

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Anonymous said…
Thank you. I no longer feel that my hobby of collecting Barbie doll legs and dipping them in melted chocolate or various marmelades then licking them off while standing in my living room wearing nothing but socks and vaseline to be an unusual or pointless behavior. I am so glad I happened upon your blog entry.

But c'mon, comics books? That's pathetic.
9:58 PM
Unknown said…
I avoid the news too. Its so depressing.

The debates last night sent me into a panick attack.

Eeekers.

luv ya.
4:09 PM
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