No One Likes a Doody Phone

So I had to run out a buy a new phone last night because my other one died a terrible death that I wouldn't wish upon any man, or cell phone....

I plan on telling people it fell into the sink while I was shaving, but I won't bullshit you... it fell into the toilet. Now, at the time there was nothing in the toilet, besides my phone, but it's still the toilet. There's no two was about it that's gross. There's no way to sugar coat this, I didn't exactly dive after my phone like a lifeguard on Baywatch. My moments hesitation wasn't due to the fact that I was in awe of the situation , I have a strict no toilet-water to JimmyGlenn contact policy.

In fact, I can honestly only think of one other time when I reached my arm into a toilet, the very same toilet actually...

Egon Spengler had fallen in as I was readying a bath for him, his fellow Ghostbusters, and I. I tended to play with Ghostbusters in the bath because shampoo doubled as slime, and I couldn't really dump shampoo on action figures anywhere else in the house. In any event, poor Egon drifted DEEP, like Houdini poop deep, and was endanger of being lost at sea forever. I immediately mounted a search and rescue, at the time toilet water didn't skeeve me as much. My slim seven-year-old hand shivered as the cold toilet water enveloped my arm up to the elbow (yeah THATS how deep Egon went). Egon's cold activated "slime" revealing paint turned bright pink. Conditions were terrible, but we never gave up hope. It was that determination that kept Egon and I going when things really looked bad. We got Egon out alive. The only trauma he suffered was the emotional trauma anyone would endure when completely immersed in toilet water. We were lucky that day, real lucky.

Luckily Egon made it out..

Sadly... my phone wasn't so lucky.

Since it happened I replayed the incident over in my head at least... once. Was it my hesitation that killed my phone, was it already too far gone to be saved? It's a Spider-man/Gwen Stacy situation. I'll never know for sure, but I am sure it will haunt me until the grave.


Anyway, luckily Verizon was open until 9:30, and luckily my grandma was up for an upgrade (sorry grandma). I assumed a new phone would only serve to confuse her, and being that she only turns her cell phone on when she is making a call, and that she uses only 10-15 minutes a month, I decided that she wouldn't mind if I used the upgrade given my "Doody-Phone" situation.

Long story short, I got the Blackberry Storm. I have heard good and bad things about it. We'll see if I like it. So far I do. Anyway, if anyone asks it fell in the sink while I was shaving. Lets keep that rumor going.

Don't fuck with Toilets...

Sometimes they Fuck back.

-JG out.

Zombie Morrissey?

A quick Sketch I did inresponse to a Twitter convo with Ryan.

Anthony Edwards Update.

Just an update: On my Drive today I did in fact see Anthony Edwards. He was still standing there staring out into the western sky pondering the idiosyncrasies of quantum mechanics in the advent of higher string theory.

Anxiety '09: the Winter of My Discontent

So while I have little to no readers, I guess this will be a safe time to discuss current events in my life.

I recently had been having anxiety attacks or something of the sort, and in general had been feeling anxious pretty much constantly. I'd say this had increased over the last 6 months to a year but to be honest this pulse pounding predisposition kinda snuck up on me. I noticed that I had been increasingly irritable, impatient and argumentative, and decreasingly JimmyGlenn.

I know what your thinking irritable, impatient and argumentative IS JimmyGlenn, thanks for the compliment, but increasingly is the operative word there. I know that in my circle of friends I am not known for my patience or my cool temper, but I had honestly felt I had made progress with both of those character flaws in recent years.

In any event, these increased feelings were apparently caused entirely or in some part by my allergy medicine's decongestant. This apparently is not all that uncommon. Once I figured this out a lot of people, including family members and friends, told me, albeit after the fact, that they avoid drugs with decongestants for that very same reason. So the medicine I was taking everyday at morning and at night was basically making me a nervous wreck. AWESOME!!

Needless to say all that anxiety but an enormous amount of strain on alot of relationships in my life, and for anyone, and pretty much everyone, who dealt with me, including: family, friends and Susie, I am grateful for your patience and understanding.

If you don't think or didn't notice I was acting any different over the past 6 months to a year don't be surprised. At first I didn't either. Once I did I really made a conscious effort to not seem that way in front of friends. If I was short, impatient, or argumentative at any point I am sorry.

That being said, I hopefully won't be feeling this way now that I have stopped taking my allergy medicine. This is essentially all I wanted to accomplish with this post...

...and now something funny yet relevant to how I have been feeling.
Penny-Arcade: Gabe's Anxiety
Penny_Arcade: Gabe's Anxiety 2

A Study in Social Stratification: The Unified Theory of Emovlution

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The Zombie Nadir: Why We Can't Ignore Zombie Geneocide Anymore.

I respect the fact that the imagery of Resident Evil 5 is a heated topic, and that the developers were careless, but I think many people are missing the bigger picture. This isn't just a black or white issue, it's an everyone issue.

Yes the cruel and mindless slaughter of African zombies is an outrage, but who will speak up for the thousands of white zombies who were killed in the previous games? in other survival horror games? There is a zombie genocide going on right underneath our noses, and no one seems to have the good sense to speak up and cry out for justice. Zombies of every race, creed and ethnicity are dying everyday.

One of the hundreds of starving Zombies that die everyday.

How many zombies died yesterday?

I don't know either, but I'm sure it was a lot. Every moment we hesitate, another zombie is senselessly murdered. In a mall. In a dark dank alley. Perhaps even at the old Ashford Mansion in Raccoon City Forest.

And our inaction has farther reaching consequences. What does our apathy teach our children? That it's ok to kill zombies? Is that really a message we want to be spreading to the next generation?

Many of these Zombies are alone, hungry, and scared.

I know I have brought up many more questions than answers, but this is something worth questioning. We cannot just ignore the zombie genocide issue any longer. We can't change the subject because it's taboo anymore. We NEED to discuss it. All of us.

A trillion zombies may have died yesterday.

Are you willing to let another trillion die today? Are you willing to let them die without a voice?

A Survey on Race and Zombies in America

Gabe Grisalez - a prominent anti-zombieist.

A Z.O.I.N.K.S. Artist's Biased Rendering of Supposedly "Blood Thirsty" Zombies.

From the Z.O.I.N.K.S. "Nemesis" Add Campagin.

Z.O.I.N.K.S. Propaganda

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