Hi! I'm Liam and I draw Coffee Hyperbole. It's the last day of 2010 right now, and depending on your time zone, it will be 2011 in a matter of hours. For me it's six hours and thirty minutes, but for you it could be only half an hour, or two hours, or eight hours, or whatever.
To celebrate the coming of the new year, I'm up north with my friend's family--my friend is there too--and he is going to herd some of his friends to his house and we're going to party--in the loosest sense of the word.
My first day here was uneventful up until the time Owen started playing the Sims 3: Late Night. He was installing it when I leaned over his laptop and put my head in front of his screen to see what he was doing. I was upside down, but I could see the green Sims-y loading bar in front of me. After watching it load for some time, I got bored and went back to the desk.
Due to me being, well, me, I hooked my poor big toe nail on my right foot on a protruding part of Owen's bed frame and tripped in a fantastic airborne somersault over the desk chair and into the bookcase. Not knowing what had really happened, I rubbed my head and looked at my big toe to see the damage to it. It goes without saying--but I'll say it anyway--that I wasn't exactly thrilled to see a trickle of blood along the base of the nail dripping onto the beige carpet. I sat upright and gripped my foot. The nail was loose.
It's probably a good idea to mention that it hasn't yet fallen off, but I'm almost positive that it will. I did some digging on the internets and learned that it's going to turn black and fall off whenever. With my luck, it'll probably fall off at an extremely inconvenient time, like when I'm having an awkward conversation with a distant relative while questions like "How's it going?" or "Are you enjoying the festivities?" are hurled at me, while we both clearly know that they don't need an answer, but social rules make it so that if you don't answer the interviewer's questions, they will think something is wrong with you and make a giant fuss over nothing. Therefore, you must state that you're "Fine" and "The festivities are nice" so that your interviewer will retreat and you can set up an elaborate conversational trap to snag them while you escape and hide in a corner, hogging all the pumpkin pie. If my toenail were to fall off at the point in time where my distant relative will ask me the third unanswerable question, there would be an extremely awkward silence. Fortunately, I could use the silence to cut off the conversation and leave, so I guess it's not all bad, really.
Other than that, not much has happened at my stay with the Woityras. I saw Tron: Legacy, which was--get this--actually not so bad. I thought it was going to be filled to the brim with suck, but it really wasn't. Instead, it was full of brilliant special effects and decent acting, and the storyline was admittedly really intriguing. If you've been having second thoughts about watching Tron: Legacy, I suggest you whack yourself in the noggin with a mackerel and go watch the movie, because I don't think you'll be disappointed. If I'm wrong and you do end up being disappointed, you're probably a critic and it's your job to dislike things to a certain extent, and I don't really blame you. Your dislike is most likely just from force of habit.
Anywho, Happy MMXI to you guys.
-Liam
