April 28th, 2009 
Seafoodpuncher It’s definitely time for a new pair of glasses. At this point I drive around squinting at blurry signs and hope for the best while following the sultry voice of the GPS suctioned to my dashboard.
I will end up in a ditch if that thing ever stops working.
I will also end up driving into a poor little old lady if I don’t get a pair of glasses. Most importantly, HDTV is completely lost on me. I needs me some crisp, clear television to thoroughly enjoy the process of finding another job.
April 28th, 2009 Seafoodpuncher Omg. Nothing boosts self-confidence more than making it through bay area traffic in one piece.
Anywhooo, things are a little slow here, I know.
On to the excuses: Between my moving and my accidentally breaking about 50k worth of stuff belonging to my friend’s stepdad (causing my very first, full blown anxiety attack which included some dry heaving, crying and dribbling) it’s been difficult to work on the site. But the good news is that I’ve been forgiven (but will work off what I broke for a while) and seafoodpunch is clawing its way back from near death. Yay!
Here is something else that’s back from the dead:
April 21st, 2009 Seafoodpuncher 
One of the funniest things I’ve ever seen was a ”fainting goat”. If you havn’t seen the video, you gotta check it out (it gets really good 50 seconds in). Either way, these chubby little goats will stiffen up and flop onto their sides as soon as they are startled. It doesn’t take much: Just swinging a bright christmas sweater around your head will send the goats into a frantic heap.
The older goats learn to lean up against something so they don’t fall over so ungracefully while others learn to hobble around on stiff legs until they regain muscle control. But most of the goats just end up rolling around on the ground.
I don’t know WHY a goat would think that falling onto its back with 4 hoofs pointing awkwardly up at the sky would improve any situation, but that’s what they do. The whole process lasts about 10 seconds because the goats immediately get back up again. Doesn’t seem like their hearts are really in it.
Possums, on the other hand, take things to another level: They are utterly dedicated to playing dead. If a foaming mouth and complete paralysis for up to 2 hours isn’t enough, a possum will even make itself SMELL like roadkill to convince us that no amount of poking will bring on a reaction. As far as I’m concerned, the possum is probably a favorite out of all the animals that have ever hissed at me and eaten their way through my pantry.
Possums are troopers from the very beginning: A mother plops out about 20 tiny babies that all have to ‘swim’ their way through her fur and to her pouch to develop further. I’ve stayed with a family of 20 kids before. It’s NOT fun. Poor possums…stuck in a sweaty little room with all of their brothers and sisters for three months. Nooooo thank you.
Anyway, I’m pretty much writing this story because I spent two hours drawing this damn possum cartoon for someone and wanted to have a reason to use it here too.
Some more fun possum (opossum) facts:
-Possums can’t jump
-This is completely unrelated to fact one, but “apasum” (the native term for the possum) means “white”
-Possums have opposable thumbs
-Possums are way better to have around than rats
-I hate rats
-A lot of older cook books call for opossum in their recipes
April 20th, 2009 Seafoodpuncher It’s 420! And I spent my day inhaling exhaust from traffic instead of the second hand smoke trailing from every other apartment at the small college town I just moved out of.
My first experience around pot involved an ultimate Frisbee team I’d joined through my university. I don’t want to brag, but I’m friggin awesome at Frisbee. I decided to keep those skills to myself, though, when the ‘athletes’ I met up with ended up being bored, potbellied (no pun intended) freshmen who sat (or were lying down) in the park, lazily passing a Frisbee around between them while coughing up a lung from what I was told was some “pretty…*cough*… good… *hack*… weed …*cough*”. It doesn’t sound that bad, but I decided to leave when one of the guys, too tired to even care, rolled onto his side, unzipped his pants and whipped out his floppy pickle to give the grass a golden shower. He later fell asleep with the Frisbee over his face. Go team!!
I’m not anti-marijuana. I honestly believe that the result depends on the person, just like it would with alcohol or any prescription medication. The Dutch have legalized the stuff and they are benefiting from that decision. Teens even smoke less weed in the Netherlands whilethe country’s marijuana use as a whole is equivalent to that of the United States.
Marijuana is definitely a hot topic. Does it help back pain? Does it turn your brain into an egg (Happy belated Easter btw. I never posted anything that day =(…)? If we legalize the stuff will it help the economy? Does it bring out the artist in all of us? Or does it bring us one step closer to a life of fast food and 80s cartoons?
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