I'm the uncanny, talented, brilliant, manic, omnipotent Mr. Mobius. And I'm watching you.

So, children, I've found a few shows that I absolutely adore, and dug up a few old ones that have always held me in deer-in-headlights rapture.

The first off my new list has been on the block for a few years, but only recently caught my attention: The Venture Brothers. It started as a random Sealab-esque parody of the old Johnny Quest show, with no real connecting storyline between episodes or anything - just the same characters doing different thing every time, Johnny Quest style. In the past season and a half though, it's taken on it's own identity, with a continuity and characters that are really getting some flesh on them. If you're looking for a good show to get into, hit it up @ www.adultswimepisodes.com.

Then we have Frisky Dingo. If you mixed peyote, acid, ecstasy, and shrooms, then dissolved it in everclear, I can only imagine that the product would cause your mind to recreate an episode of Frisky Dingo - assuming that you survived such an encounter. It has no point, no sanity, and no basis in logical, coherent thought. At all. Just about everyone who watches it immediately labels it as being juvenile for no reason, and some people take that as a bad thing, but trust me, if you need something hilarious and insane, this is your drug of choice. It, like Venture Bros is housed at www.adultswimepisodes.com .

An old favorite of mine, from when shows were most excellent, is NewsRadio. The dashing tale of Dave Nelson (played by canadian sketch-master Dave Foley) becoming the super-young News Manager at one of New York's largest radio stations, and trying to run it, while everyone else is goofing off and trying to run it into the ground. The cast is great, with an excellent dynamic, and more comedy than you could reasonably hope to shake a stick at. If you are a connoisseur of fine television shows, NewsRadio is most choice, but I recommend you pick it up on DVD - watching a pirate just doesn't do it justice.

Yet another excellent old show is Kids in the Hall (featuring, Dave Foley), which boils down to the Canadian version of MadTV, back when it was excellent (along with SNL). The sketches are original, hilarious, and a lot of them are good running gags ("Twenty-nine helens agree that punctuality is important... I wish Helen Carter did too"). As far as your comedy buck will take you, this one is right up there with the best of Who's Line...

Alrighty, kids, bye.

~Mobius

So, children, I like my work. I can't remember if I mentioned my promotion or not in my last entry, but I got one - and I've already started working on my next one. I got signed up with a contract programming brokerage, and am currently undertaking a few smaller jobs to get back into the feel of things. Life seems great, eh?

School starts back up in a few weeks, and I'll be going back to it - short a calculus class (I really didn't want to take it). I've got archery first thing in the morning, because right after I've been woken up, and made to trudge to school, I want to shoot stuff. Then it's computers and philosophy the rest of the day, before I head off to work (as a Certified Sales Associate).

The roommate was whining all this week because his girlfriend was on a 3-day long family camping trip, as a stipulation for her to spend a few nights camping with him next week. There are times he opens his mouth, and all I want to do is yell at him until I black out and come back to realize that I've had a seizure and am chewing on a wallet...

He has me fixing his computer and those of each of his relatives for free, and gets whiney and spiteful when I won't do it - either because I don't have time, or just don't feel well (I caught something last friday that feels like a midget wearing cleats is dancing on my brain 24/7). Most of these jobs are tricky bitches too, things that I'd never do for less than $90 for anyone else, but whatever... tricky programming and hell-running aside, I'm getting irked.

We went to Arby's the other day (while taking a break from fixing his grandmother's computer), and I ended up buying lunch for everyone (and over-drafting my f*cking account twice in the process). Do you know how pissed off that made me? Then, while eating, we talked about moving out and getting a place with Jordan, and possibly Eric. His response was a resound "No.". For the two stupidest reasons I've ever heard.

1.) He likes living at my grandmothers, because he pays no rent, and hardly uses the place (despite the fact that he does...).
2.) He doesn't want to rent a place, he wants to buy a place. Considering his credit score is some obscenely low number, and he's only held his first legit job for now 2 months, I'd say that's not going to be possible for a while.

I swear sometimes that this kid has a passing acquaintance with reality, on a good day.

This wasn't meant to be a shred fest on the roommate, really. I was just going to ask if anyone knew a good headache cure. I guess the subconscious mind does wonders...

~Mr. Mobius