So, I had a post written for this, when the phone rang. This for some $(*& reason knocks out my internet connection.
Panicking (realizing that I had not saved my work), I tried to save my work. I was hoping that it would somehow beat the phone connection from killing the internets.
Well, that failed. I lost the last 40 minutes of writing.
I’m livid. In fact, I’m so very angry that I don’t feel like writing another word about the previous subject at all (Shogun Warrior toys) since I felt like it was a pretty good post. (!!!)
So instead, you just get ANGRY DANNY GARRRRRRAHHHHHH!!!!
Right now, I feel like Machine looks in the third panel. But more on the red horns.
And yes, I know I should probably be writing in a word processing program. Sure, I should also be flossing every 2 hours, saving rare penguins from extinction, and putting every penny I can find into gold, GOLD I TELL YOU!
I don’t do lot’s of things I should, and neither do you. (See that? That’s the “Machine” in me talking. Lookout!)
Okay, I’ve agreed to let the anger course out of my viens in the next 4 to 60 hours or so, as long as I don’t think another bit about that *#&&%#!!! post.
- Daniel
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I’m with you on the filthy metal boxes thing. People drive some very loud, very smelly vehicles. I don’t understand why some of these things don’t violate noise ordinances. It makes me angry when I’m pedaling along quietly on my bike, and some piece of crap Honda with a tricked out tail pipe passes me like a circus car from the most insecure planet in the solar system. Oh- wait. Ha ha. And then there are the cars that are just all rusted out, leaking oil on the roads, coughing and banging as they squeal down the street. How is that street legal?
Lame lame lame >.<
Almost like the internet was laying in wait…
But, hey, the comic itself is rather awesome, and I enjoyed reading the post anyway
Monster Commute is something I look forward to every day now that I know about it!
beautiful metaphor.