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I've got my trusty cane at the ready!

I have a pair of skinny jeans that basically feel like pajama pants. I love to wear them as often as possible, even when I get out of bed.

Since when did you start wearing pants?

I've always worn physical ones, just not metaphorical pants. :C

What are pants a metaphor for?

^ Authority. Like Moustaches of Authority, but clothes.

Ugh. Out of work triggered my mother's conspiracy-paranoia.

Looking up travel-options and directions for punching somebody 1100 km away is trivial, but how do I avoid getting anybody else into trouble?

I'm not understanding how decking someone would get a third party in trouble.

^ Decking isn't magic. Somebody can be decked so that they never get up again, and then everybody involved has a problem. Or somebody can be decked so that they get up again, in a worse mood, and then they'll make trouble.

Somebody could be decked so that they are intimidated, but only until everybody looks the other way, and then they'll be in a worse mood.

Ah, so you're worried about what actions they'll take as a result of the aforementioned percussion. Sorry, mate, can't control other people's actions. But if it makes you feel better, anyone who you're willing to travel 1.1 Mm to punch is probably going to cause trouble regardless.

Today I used my paycheck to get all the Superboy comics since the new 52 reboot thing, and almost every one you need to buy an issue of another series for it to make sense, or it has half of a story and the other half is in another issue. DC sucks.


I loved Superboy as a kid, and also I bought the first issue of his series from 1994 to put up on my wall.


But yeah, shitty DC is making me go buy so many comics just to make these make sense. :T

The first picture is the reboot, the second picture is the one I liked as a kid. They're both cool, but totally different.

Also, my facebook list of online buddies is always so empty on friday nights, makes me feel like going out and doing stuff too. But nah.

Hopping Jesus on a horsecock, you dithering, sociopathic, crazy fuck. Will you stop tampering with my official papers and drawing me into your infantile scheming?
You're outliving your usefulness fast.