← October 1st, 2010 →
later: spaceships fail to work properly; t-rex is probably to blame.
The haps: So Andrew Hussie (who you might remember from his comic) (also the way he stalks ME and has an unhealthy interest in ME as documented HERE) is moving, and he's moving to Easthampton to be with Jeff Rowland, which is REALLY FUNNY because the last time I arranged a conversation with Andrew he said "Oh yeah, Ryan, I'm totally going to move to Toronto, you can always believe me, Andrew 'Veracious Dude' Hussie". Isn't that hilarious? AREN'T LIES HILARIOUS? EVERY READER OF MY COMIC GETS A NEW PUPPY TODAY. HAHA, THAT WAS A LIE, LET'S ALL LAUGH *ANDREW*
In other words, being a fool, I took his words to mean that he perhaps... perhaps he was moving to Toronto? But, now, recalling his words closely, I see that Andrew (as usual) has left himself a loophole in any verbal commitment big enough to drive an unreal air skateboard through. Clearly I was not talking to "VD" Hussie when he said these words, but rather his other personality, which I will call "'Liesmith 2000' Hussie", or "The Prevaricator". It has become brutally clear that the Prevaricator cares not for truth OR my feelings. I personally find it hard to tell which of the two he cares less for because for most people, the truth and my feelings are one and the same.
Anyway it's not like it's that much further to drive to his new house and watch him through his NEW kitchen window, staring aghast as he chews his breakfasttime treats slowly, so slowly, using only one side of his mouth, so whatever