Mt. Tissue-manjaro:Okay, first of all, I'm sorry for disappearing for a few days. I was happily sketching along when suddenly came... The Crud. From whence it came, I do not know, but that sumbitch was packing, like, the viral equivalent of a missile-powered grenade launcher. It has been many a moon since I was reminded of the sheer mass of mucus the human body is capable of producing. Blargh!
It also infected the rest of the household, so for about 3 days things went rather a lot like
Strong Bad's Sick Day Blargh!
Heros:In other news, Husband Unit picked up the first season of Heros (thank you Target, for your obscene discounts!) and we watched the first couple episodes last night to distract ourselves from Niagara Falls Nose, and Head-the-Size-of Bill-Gates'-Bank-Account syndromes.
So far the series isn't bad. We haven't seen enough of it to really be able to decide whether it's a keeper, but I haven't begun mourning our 20 bucks yet, so so far so good.
Except for one thing. I'm watching along happily, intrigued by the story and then suddenly:
Aaaagh! Freakish partway brain-removal decapitation! Blaaarghaghaargharghargh!I recover. Okay, shocking intro bit to get the audience's interest. I can deal. La, la, la. Oh, a cheerleader.
Blaaaragh! Garbage disposal gaaah blargharghargh!o___o; *deep breaths* Okay, fine, so that's her deal.. Moving on. New episode.. La, la, la.
Body in the trunk! Body in the trunk! GAaH!*wheeze* *recovery*
Sticky head-death! Blaaarghargh! Autopsy! BLAAAAARGHARGHARGHAAAAAARRGGHH!!!! *dies* I'm beginning to realize that while I can see a roadkill with its guts torn out, or a lion eating the severed head of a zebra, or someone with a huge, bleeding laceration, I will squick out like the girliest of girly-girls at the sight of FAKE gore. WTF is that? Frog that had death-by-osmosis and exploded? No problem. Fakey-gored up dead body in a car trunk? GAAAAAH!
I weird even myself out sometimes. x___x;