June 20 - Happy Father's Day

Hi. It's me again.
I forgot to say that it really freaks me out when guys walk with their elbows sticking out. You know the way they walk, like Foghorn Leghorn or somebody, trying to make us believe that their muscles are so big that their arms are physically unable to rest against the sides of their bodies, like everyone else's. Whatever. Those guys look like those little roosters whose butts always get kicked by the big roosters, but who keep on showing off, anyway.

Whatever. I am so tired right now. I am tired and restless. I need to find something to do that won't end up boring me or wasting my time. I was thinking of crocheting another doily, but I'm just not in the mood. So here I am.

They're showing Batman/Superman Something-or-Other. Whatever. I'm tired of them. Superheroes get on my nerves, sometimes. Especially Spiderman. He would always, always rather trade quips with Dr. Doom and the like than hang with his girlfriend.
Cut her loose, Peter Parker. Just let her go. She can get any man she wants and she doesn't need you and she's not gonna put up with your shit anymore. She's not your beard, baby. Let the woman go.

All these guys are stunted and lame. The guys who draw the comics and make the movies are stunted and lame.
Where is the sex? Huh? I'm no pervert, or maybe I am, but how can these people function without sex and/or romance in their lives? People make fun of that X-Man who's always moaning about Jean Gray, but shit, at least he's loved and lost. That's better than never loving at all, flying around all day and making stupid puns, never even dreaming of getting into your partner's tights. Please. Let me put on my red cape and get the hell away from these guys.

The women/girls are no better. I'm so sure Wonder Woman has to pine away for Major What's-His-Face. Like she couldn't just walk up to him in her costume and say, "Major, I need to see you over here for a sec..." and have her way with him. Please! Be real, comic-book artists and tv-show makers! Like, why doesn't Commisioner Gordon's daughter just say, "Daddy, I'm Batgirl, and I need cash. I can't live with you anymore. I'm going to join the FBI and get put on a payroll so I can have a fresh-ass apartment of my own and go clubbing every night that I'm not on duty. Love you. Bye"?
I know that's what I would say.

Anyway. Why am I talking about that? That's so dumb. Everyone knows that stuff is stupid. I need to get super heroes off my mind. Just because of my little disappointment with the Powerpuff Girls...

Ugh. Brain... feels numb. Must... get... on other topic!

JD ROTH, I AM ANNOYED WITH YOU. WHY DON'T YOU CALL ME AND DIS ME TO MY FACE INSTEAD OF ACTING LIKE YOU NEVER MET ME?

Oops. Sorry. Just thinking out loud there for a moment.
Actually, I do still like Space Ghost a little. He's so crazy. And I secretly love Moltar, too. He's just my type. Big, normal, and not too bright. He probably has blond hair under that helmet. Although I wouldn't mind if there was no hair -- just a helmet. People like Boba Fett, but he's always seemed a little chickenshit to me. And sneaky. He's like the kind of guy who tries to take credit for other people's work at the office. Like, I bet he tries to get his secretary to do all the paperwork when he brings in a bounty. Asshole.

Okay, they're showing Wonder Woman now. Gotta go.

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