Marocharim Simpson, Marocharim South Park
Surprisingly, this is not petiks Sunday. I had to write some stuff, and I was fresh off an impromptu session at Eat My English (Metrowalk, Ortigas) with some of my friends. I’ve been Alt-Tabbing between Word, Yahoo! Messenger, GMail, and yes, Plurk.
What the hell am I doing on a rainy Sunday working, I have no idea. But to sum this non-petiks day up:
- It’s a rush job anyway, but I always find it hard to rush an article (facepalm).
- The Chairman just told me that my 366-page tome/paperweight is now available at the school library, and is actually being read by people (facepalm).
- Over at PlurkLand, I seem to still have my (ahem) issues with the… nice, cashier/barista at yesterday’s meet at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, Gateway (uh, Jen… balikan natin, LOL)
So to make the best out of petiks, I decided to make two – yes, I’m not bored enough to make a lyrics translation, two – avatars of how I would look like dare I appear in The Simpsons or on South Park (hats off to Elaine for the Simpsons thing):
Let’s start with my Simpson-esque visage:
In the interest of making a joke, my Simpsons doppelganger looks like Diether from that old Mike Myers sketch, “Sprockets.”
Not funny? I know. But I rue the day that I’ll find a woman who’ll marry my Springfield clone looking so… metro. (I would say gay, but I don’t want to end up defending myself all over again much to the ire of haters and frenemies who think I’m gay.)
Which says more for my evil South Park visage:
This picture has been my IM avatar for quite a while now… I guess it captures my Dasein. I would have liked added a few weapons here and there, but a child-murdering stray Manny Pacquiao-hating Sodomite antichrist-spawn like myself (snigger… time for Google to do its work) does well with a South Park character worse than, say, Mr. Hat, Damien, or even Saddam.
This day is so not good. I expected Nadia Montenegro and Cristy Fermin to bitchslap the living heck out of each other.