LiveJournals Througout the Ages.

Yes, LJs (much less technology) didn’t exist during most of these times, but if they existed… we would coin the term “emo” a looooong time ago.

If AIM Profiles Ruled the World.

One of the more popular comics, because well, this comic speaks the truth about the inanity of AIM profiles.

A Good Away Message.

Sometimes I spend an uncanny amount of time trying to come up with a suitable away message. I hate using TV/movie quotes or song lyrics… unless I’m depressed, which is pretty much all the time.

His Head A’Splode.

Jen, coffee, and exploding heads… what’s up with that?

In the fall of 2004, the local college radio station changed its format to — well, college radio. Before, they played a lot of really poppy alternative rock (like Green Day, Blink 182, and Fall Out Boy). They cut down that sort of playlist and added “indier” bands.

Conception.

Worst way to be conceived…

Think Greek. Fall Rush 2004!

The fraternities and sororities on campus came up with the slogan “Think Greek” for the 2004 Fall Rush.

Alma Mater’s Time of the Month.

*Shrugs*

You Drink. You Drive. You Lose. (Oliver Chang Helped Me Create This Comic)

This comic was a spoof of a PSA commercial. The actual promo starts off with a cop pulling over a blatantly intoxicated driver. When the policeman asks the driver if he’d been drinking, the driver honestly and openly says, “Yeah, just a few!” Then the words “YOU DRINK. YOU DRIVE. YOU LOSE.” appear on the screen.

Now I don’t encourage drinking and driving… unless you’re really good at it or you drove to the bar and it’s a really long walk back to your apartment. Then you have my half-consent.

I-PODS GIVE YOU CANCER.

I don’t own an i-Pod, but with their sudden popularity, you need to wonder what if it really did cause cancer? I mean, remember the advent of cellphones, and how they were rumoured to cause brain tumors?

I wish I had an i-Pod…

Sticky Floors and Sticky Women.

For those of you who don’t know what Kam’s is, it’s a sleazy campus bar that attracts all naive freshmen, slutty sorority girls, and dickweed frat doods. They charge you up the ass for a simple cover, and it’s hot and crowded bar area resembles a meat-packing plant that pumps out crappy top-40 hits.

I actually never been there until late in my senior year, and it was a very traumitizing experience… I took multiple showers afterwards to scrub the filth and shame off me. To this day, my night at Kam’s is a tender subject with my psychiatrist.