you think you're so smart, but i've seen you naked.

I love Joey Comeau.



I guess I love a lot of people, these days. Or maybe it's just today.

Anyway, Joey is one of the best. I don't read the stuff he writes anymore because it makes me miserable to know that I'm not him.

But every week he makes this comic and every week I get a little bit happier.

Things I like #23

is ichthyosaurs!

(I also like plesiosaurs.)

We went to visit them on Saturday.

They are my favourite dinosaurs, even more so than the more traditional Stegosaurus.

I like saying ichthyosaur, too. It is an excellent use of English.

I would have liked to be an ichthyosaur, had it still been a good career move.

I bet ichthyosaurs don't care about 'KPIs' and balcony briefings and whether or not they get a spring bonus.


They just care about fish.


You can't performance-review that.

UNICYCLE

Birthday-present transportation device of the devil.

(Incidentally, I was way better at it than Eric.)

Tomorrow is Saturday?! Tomorrow is Saturday!

Finally!

Tomorrow is a big day, my best partner-in-crime is flying home. I am going to the airport to pick him up and then we are going to look at pictures!

I am doing this thing properly. I'm having a haircut and making a sign. I'm going to wear uncomfortable shoes and am planning to smell good. I will put up with all his boring travel stories with only the briefest flickerings of jealousy and will have my fingers crossed that he has not fallen in love with some burkha'd sheik's daughter. The other plane-losers will be so envious and we will sweep out of the terminal like moviestars.

I am planning to make it the most handsome thing.

SOMEBODY IS HAVING A BIRTHDAY!

CAN YOU GUESS WHO IT IS?

Based on genetic inheritance, I suspect that as well as saying goodbye to those heady teenage years, it is probably about time for Beardface here to also say goodbye to a full set of teeth and his glorious curly locks.

Ha ha male pattern baldness.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIC!


(God I can't stop listening this Lily Allen cover of Naive.

It is just so charming.)

Buttercup Festival

Happy Easter!

I have been basking.


Later on I will be looking for eggs. Then the basking, reading of books and general slothful lifestyle will continue.


Thank you, Fabulous Easter Bunny!


edit: sunburn! :(

Six Digit Fix

My best work buddy has gone to Dubai on three-week secondment. I am taking it quite badly. Every night I cry myself to sleep, alone, on a windswept moor. During the day I am listless and desk-bound. Sometimes I drag myself over to his desk but it's quite a long way away and anyway I've started to get some funny looks when I sit in his seat and pretend to be him for hours on end. His colleagues object to my answering his phone in a Scottish accent and then weeping uncontrollably for the rest of the conversation. They always seem to know that it's me.

The days really drag now. Instead of spending hours creating fake meetings and emailing pictures of teeth, or pandas, I have to do my work. I rather resent this, as it's piled up somewhat during the last month or so. To put it off, I talk to other, neglected, workmates and try to come across as mopey and downcast, for the sympathy in it, but they haven't really noticed.

In the evenings I sit at home and drink gin.

forlesan: "be deprived of, lose, abandon," from the Old English forleosan; for- "completely" + leosan "to lose".