Thursday, February 22, 2018
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Monday, February 19, 2018
The concept of a ball of telekinetic energy is pure, undiluted, unrefined, free range, gluten-free nonsense. But it's comic book-style nonsense, so it seems appropriate here.
[Insert 52 reference that might have been modestly clever a few years ago]
You can follow this and my other series on my series page.
Sunday, February 18, 2018
I got so wrapped up in reading about Jennifer Aniston and Justin Theroux's breakup last night, trying to figure out if I had anything to do with it, that I forgot to put up a caption. Sorry. :(
I don't... think I'm responsible for it. I sounds like it mostly had to do with them wanting to live in different cities. Obviously, that has nothing to do with me. I don't know... this may still nag at me for a while, but... I don't think this is my fault.
I had a dream last night that the Randomizer turned me into Beyonce and I ruined her marriage to Jay-Z. I guess it's not surprising that I would have a dream like that, though I don't know why my brain picked them specifically... I guess they're one of the few celebrity couples that I actually know. (Shame that one of the few times I've had a dream about becoming a celebrity, it turns out to be a nightmare. How is that fair?)
Saturday, February 17, 2018
I remember when I took this picture. It was at a hotel in Wichita. The guy in the lobby asked me if I was Jennifer Aniston. I told him no, but that I was flattered that he thought I looked like her. He asked me two more times, and I told him no both times. The third time, he just smiled and winked at me.
Two maids knocked on my door that evening to ask if I needed anything. Some guy came by delivering room service; he said he'd just gotten the room number wrong, but I'm sure he just wanted to meet me.
This kind of thing happened a lot while I was Jennifer. I would say that I wasn't really her, that I just looked kind of like her, and they wouldn't believe me; they would just assume I was trying to conceal my identity for some reason or another. Any one of those people might have mentioned meeting me on Twitter or Facebook. Any one of them might have snapped a surreptitious photo of me and posted it online. Any one of those might have come to Justin Theroux's attention.
I don't normally spend much time or energy paying attention to celebrities' personal lives. I wouldn't normally care about a celebrity breakup. It's just not something that interests me. But I absolutely care if I might be responsible for that breakup.
My Randomizer adventure began here, by the way, if you're interested. You can find the whole thing under the "Randomizer" tag.
Friday, February 16, 2018
Thursday, February 15, 2018
I wish I'd made a Valentine's Day cap. I thought of an idea yesterday; I just didn't have time to make it.
Hmm. Maybe I'll still make it and put it up at a later date. Better late than never, I guess.