Saturday, April 18, 2009

The Virginia Chainsaw Massacre


Oh my god, Jon has a chainsaw! Everybody run!

Or, you know, not.
As much as it annoys me when people make “serial killer” comments about me, alluding to the fact that I’m kind of weird, angry, quiet, and keep to myself, there are times when it’s difficult to avoid making snide comments about it myself.
Like when I buy a chainsaw.
But yeah, the “serial killer comments really do annoy me. Not all angry, quiet, weirdo loners are vicious murdering sociopaths, after all. Hearing those comments makes me so angry that I find myself wanting to methodically hunt down the people who make them, kill them, eat their hearts, skin them, and hang their skulls on my wall.
Kidding!
(Okay, so maybe I do bear some responsibility for perpetuating the serial killer image.)
In any case, yesterday when I got home from work I decided that I should take advantage of the break from the rain and mow the lawn.
I didn’t have quite enough energy to do the whole lawn, so I just did the back yard, as it gets a lot more sunlight than the front and side do and thus tends to grow more rapidly.
Before mowing, though, I figured I should do some hedge trimming so that I could use the mower to mulch up the trimmings.
There are two tree/hedge things growing in front of my fence on either side of the gate, and their branches have grown through the openings in the fence, and that kind of annoys me, as it just looks stupid. Last year I trimmed them as much as I could, but some of the branches were too thick for the trimmer to cut through.
Hence the chainsaw.
I’d seen the chainsaw last year and thought about buying it, as it uses the same interchangeable battery as the rest of my lawn equipment, but had never gotten around to it. So this morning I headed to Lowe’s, as it was the only place I knew that sold the chainsaw, and finally picked one up.
About a week after I bought my corded electric mower last year I saw an ad for a cordless, battery-powered version, which elicited a predictable response from me (which is to say that I loudly proclaimed “Fuck!” at the TV).
Mostly out of curiosity I kind of looked around to see if any place sold the mower, but didn’t find it anywhere.
Lately I’ve been seeing ads for some other battery-powered mower that looked interesting (Free edging attachment!), but it was one of those annoying “Call now to receive our informational DVD” things.
Thinking, “I’m not ordering a damn DVD,” I decided to check out the Web site, assuming that in the 21st Century any sensible company would put the appropriate information on its site.
Nope. The site is nothing but an order form for the DVD.
Listen, Neuton; fuck you and your DVD, all right?
Anyway, the point is that while I was at Lowe’s I saw the battery-powered version of my mower and found myself sorely tempted.
After all, the awkward shape of my property makes dealing with the extension cord plugged into my mower a huge pain in the ass, and the cord is the primary reason I put off mowing as much as I do.
I didn’t buy it, simply because there’s no way it would have fit in my car. I suppose that if I do decide to buy it I’ll have to shanghai Scott and his minivan, though Home Depot does rent out trucks for $19 for the first 76 minutes, which would be plenty of time to pick up the mower, drop it off at home, and bring the truck back, and the irony of renting a truck from Home Depot in order to buy something from Lowe’s would be rather entertaining.
Of course, the other problem is the question of what to do with my old mower. I mean, I just dropped a couple of hundred bucks on it less than a year ago. I suppose I could try selling it on Craigslist or something, but that seems like too much effort.
(Yes, that’s right; posting an ad on Craigslist is too much effort.)
That laziness (and generosity of spirit, of course, because I’m such a swell guy) is why I usually prefer to just give things away when I don’t need them anymore.
So...anyone need an electric mower? One may become available soon.
Anyway, after I got home I assembled the chainsaw and made short work of those recalcitrant branches, and, as I sliced my way through them I thought, “This is freakin’ cool!”
So, finding that now that I was a man with a chainsaw every problem looked like a tree branch, I scanned the yard for other things I could cut.
I ended up cutting down this little tree/hedge in front of the house that seemed to be struggling to live. For some reason most of its branches seemed to be broken and dead. It’s actually kind of weird; the branches seem to just randomly break, as if they’re too weak to support themselves (or some punk kids are coming along and snapping them in an act of petty and retarded vandalism).
So I decided to put it out of its misery.
There was another small hedge kind of hidden behind the hedges next to my door that never seems to grow anything, as it gets very little sunlight, so that got axe chainsaw as well.
Not sure what I’m going to do with the empty space where it used to be, though, as it now looks kind of weird (though better than it did with the dead bundle of branches). There doesn’t seem to be much point in planting anything else there, as it will probably die as well.
There’s still a little pointless tree in the back yard that I want to get rid of, but I figured that I had to stop with the chainsaw and get to mowing the rest of the lawn, so I didn’t get to it.
And that was pretty much my day.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Changing Into A Boy

If my sister Kim is my favorite April Fool, then my brother Brad must be my most "taxing" sibling, as today - Tax Day - is his birthday.
Speaking of birthdays, Scott and Stacy took me out to dinnger for my birthday yesterday.
Where we went was up to me, and because I lack imagination, I opted for Red Robin, simply because I like it, but for some reason seldom eat there. In fact, I'm pretty sure that the last time I was there was when I went there for my birthday last year.
Before going in, I told them not to mention that it was my birthday because A. I didn't feel like being sung to and B. You don't get much of anything out of it other than the annoying singing and a free sundae.
I would have added C. And it's not really my birthday today, but it didn't take that much effort to convince them.
Anyway, on to the important stuff, which is to say presents:


I now have another statue - Zatanna - in my collection of Women of the DC Universe.



I'm not sure that there's any particular significance to issue 23 of Action Comics, but either way the shirt is pretty damn cool.

And finally, the Transformers card they gave me is itself a Transformer, turning from card to diorama:







Yes, that's right; I'm changing into a boy. A creaky-boned, curmudgeonly boy.
Thanks Scott, Stacy, and family!
I know I've been slacking a lot with the entries of late, but...well, there's really no "but" involved. I've been slacking and that will probably continue, but I thought I should at least mention my birthday dinner and gifts.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Don't Worry Jack; Jesus Will Suck You Up With His Magic Dyson One Day

I want to take this opportunity to send out a special birthday greeting to everyone's favorite Christian Fundamentalist propaganda artist, the one, the only, Jack T. Chick.
As you hit the milestone of having spent 85 years on this planet without dropping trou and beaming on up to heaven, per your twisted convoluted understanding of scripture, I know it must seem like that darn Rapture will never get here, and you have to wonder if your years spent telling anyone and everyone (but especially those pesky Catholics, Mormons, D & D players, liberals, and who could forget the queers?) that they're going to Hell to burn forever in a lake of fire prepared for the Devil and all his angels, while you and the right-minded people like you get to hang out up above in a mansion built by the Christ Construction Company enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of roasting sinners has been all for naught. Why, at this rate you might actually have to get to Heaven the hard way, like some common Christian who isn't living in the End Times. Why, that might mean that you're not special!
Well, Jack, all I can say to that is....Don't Stop Believing!



Happy Birthday, Jack!
(Oh, and some other schmuck named Jon is also celebrating his birthday today. And by "celebrating" I mean cleaning the house and doing laundry.)

Sunday, April 12, 2009

How Come No One Ever Thought Of That?

Wait a second...her name is Megan Fox and she is a "fox." How is it that no one has thought to make that connection before? Why, headlines about her practically write themselves!
Wait, what's that? Calling Megan Fox a fox has been done to death and is already a hackneyed trope only used by the laziest hacks out there?
Oh.
Well, here's a picture of her anyway:



I left out the tattoo of the face of Marilynn Monroe that she has on her right arm because A. I don't much care for it and B. I didn't feel like drawing it.
I know I haven't exactly been prolific with the pictures, despite the recent major purchase, but I have been doing a lot of experimenting and practicing and whatnot, and my focus really hasn't been on cranking out pictures to post.
Other than posting the picture, there's not much else to report. I went to Scott and Stacy's for Easter dinner, hung around for as long as I could until the dog started overpowering my Zyrtec, then headed home and did some doodling before getting started on this picture.
And now you're up to date.