Happy Holidays!

Happy holidays, everyone. Watch out for cacophonous carolers.

The Cats

WOW this post is overdue. My bad. But I was motivated to post today since the world is supposedly ending and I wanted to say that I had at least 1 post a month since I started this blog.

Also, for some reason, Blogger believes that this post should be double-spaced. I wasn't included in that decision-making process, nor do I agree with it, but there's nothing I can do about it. 

Anyway, on with it. 

My friends, I have a problem I need to share with you all. It's not all that serious, but it is most certainly impeding. I just need to know if anyone else suffers from this affliction, which I have taken the courtesy of aptly naming "Sicofokencatsitis". 

For those of you with normal brains, that means I see cats fucking everywhere and I can't take it anymore.

Except not usually that cute or well-defined.

I can't explain why it's cats that I see. What I have deduced is that usually, it's just that my brain mistakes everyday objects and uncharacterizable piles of rubbish for cats. And when you think about it, it kinda makes sense. I mean because cats (and other small animals) do bear a great resemblance to lumpy piles.

Anyway, this is especially detrimental when I'm driving, since the roads of Chicago are littered with lumpy piles of stuff and also hobos. But mostly the former. To me, though? All of those lumpy piles are cats. Or absolutely nothing at all. Maybe just the sun reflecting strangely off of a manhole. 

My car looks nothing like that. This is why I stick to stick-figures.

And around the house, it's even worse. I spend most of the day trying to figure out if things are cats or normal objects. It's terribly debilitating. 

All I want for Christmas is a scanner.

And, because yours truly believes dirty clothes belong on the floor, scattered in various locales, along with having issues with short-term memory, mere seconds after strewing my clothes about rooms like a talentless stripper, I see cats. And then second guess if they are cats or clothes.

The pile of clothes cat gets me every time.

 Please, dear readers, tell me if any of you suffer from this calamitous disease, Sicofokencatsitis. I need a support group. We can call ourselves (I for real typed "ourselfs" first. Damn.) "Sicos Anonymous"... Wait. No, not that. "Cat-seers Anon"... No... Not that either. I'll figure it out and let you know.

Well, hi!

Sup dudes.

I'm working on TWO new posts. At the same time! If you thought I was on a roll last month (which, come on, I was), wait until you see what this month has in store.

Here's a preview from one of those upcoming posts:

10 points to whoever guesses the theme.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know what's going on here. Expect some (hopefully) hilarious posts soon. And if you're in the USA, you know what today is. So go do that thing people do on this day, because it's important.

Happy Halloween!

Hello. Today's post is in color. But please don't get used to that. It's not gonna happen again. Ever... Probably.

Anyway, Happy Halloween!

Boo.

We here at Aberrantly Errant (me and the ghosts, that is) really like Halloween a lot.

This year, I was Mugen from the anime Samurai Champloo. Here is a pic to prove it happened.

I told you, my hair, it's a perpetual mess.

And the ghosts dressed up as such:

Aren't they precious?

Which later turned into a murdering spree:

See? Precious. Aww.

The end. Now, if you'll excuse me, I promised the ghosts I'd take them to a seance at the cemetery.

Because Halloween's about honoring the dead, too. With candy!

*Note: I do not own Chris from Family Guy, Sailor Moon from Sailor Moon, or Old West Sheriffs from the Old West.

The Look

Out there, in the wild, wild world, there's a look people give that sends me to a very angry place. I've searched in vain for an actual factual picture of someone doing "the look", but alas, it's nowhere to be found. I'm not surprised; no one wants to be caught giving "the look". It's not at all flattering.

"The look" borders on disgust, but it's more than just plain old disgust. There's an element of surprise in it, too, not to mention the ever-so-subtle hint of poorly veiled anger.

So, for the first time ever on my blog, I'm going to post a real-life picture of my face giving the dreaded "the look" (I mean for there to be two thes there). It's the only way. I never wanted to do this, mind you, but for you all, my devoted readers, I've gotta make some sacrifices. This isn't easy for me.

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*audible gulp*

Here you go, internet people:

I bear a striking resemblance to the late Bea Arthur, but with a beard.

Notice the awkward curvature of the mouth, which indicates the aforementioned disgust. Then, the eyebrows in the position that normally conveys skeptical surprise. And, of course, the eyes shaped to portray that ever-so-subtle hint of anger. That's "the look".

"When does one give 'the look', though?" you may think.

Well, "the look" comes up often, and most frequently when you've just said something to someone and they cannot believe that you're actually making noise at them. Usually, this is because the person doesn't like you for whatever reason. I usually get "the look" from strangers, and also many of my previous employers.

Here's a comic to show an example. Even though I've started including real photos of myself, I still gotta make comics because that's what my blog's about, you know? Now, to help, I'm gonna include Mrs. Sirmister, last seen in the post "The Trials of Getting a Job".

It's even worse to get "the look" from strangers. For me, it's usually because people are so astounded that this dark-skinned boy speaks such eloquent, unaccented English. 

However, I cannot claim to be an angel here, as I have also given "the look", numerous times. I can't help it. When I hear people say really stupid things, I have to give "the look". Like, the other day, this kid I tutor told me that he thinks The Beatles were a terrible band. I gave the kid "the look" without even thinking twice, voice-crackingly accompanied with an "Oh, really?". But then I had to continue on with the lesson before I quoted The Thnikkaman, which was a milestone in maturity for me because I usually would've quoted The Thnikkaman and subsequently gotten fired. So, yay me. 

I hate drawing stick figures with crossed arms.

To tie things up here, here's a short list of other times you may see "the look":

1. Mugshots.
2. On any "The Real Housewives of Place" show.
3. On any real housewife.
4. On this dog's face.
5. Most newborns.
6. Me, when seeing a picture of a newborn.
7. On Nancy Grace, all the time.

And what of you, dear readers? Do tell of your "the look" giving or receiving experiences.