Slade
is a Frocobo
300dpi in a 72dpi zone

Oh Slade! make sure to mind that grenade, whilst drinking an overdose of powerade, while doing a serande to the hit single 'Man i'm underpaid', which naturally leaves you afraid that you really wish you were made into thinking i want to quit this ty ass job and work at a differant trade, and that my friends, is where the money is made.


Merry Christmas pal, now lets see some more kickass artwork in the new year.

Meat Puppet's message really spoke to me, as they often do. Is a cheerful word given as part of a mere routine meaningful in any way? To take a less than festive example: As children we are (or at least I was) essentially conditioned to say "please" and "thank you" as a matter of course. Does this teach us to be good to others, or does it simply lead us to conclude that these words are, in actual fact, magic, and that saying them will get us everything we want? If it's the latter (and sadly I suspect that it is) then our motivation for saying these words is entirely selfish, and that we wish the other person no good will at all. Our etiquette is merely a front!
To take this idea further, if such pleasantries are stripped of their previous meaning and no longer act in any sense other than that which is purely functional, are they not pure duckspeak? Do we not unthinkingly "quack" out pleasantries (from Please and Thank You to Merry Christmas and Have a Nice Day) as a way of winning favour from others? Politeness is, in essence, nothing more than a way to win friends and influence people, and the more we use it unthinkingly the less it actually means. Much as curse words lose their power through repeated use, our compliments and pleasantries are becoming emotionally redundant. And that is sad.

With this annual feeling of damnation I have been susceptible to the charms of rum and bourbon, so my wishes are most likely less than sincere, and more of a way to slither my way into your pants, but merry christmas, Salde. Slade. I¥m not happy with that punctuation, but hell, it’s the holidays! Hmm. I can’t help but feel there is a lack of substance there. You see, Slade, I really do want you to have a good time at christmas. But does saying Merry Christmas really satisfy that? I feel it is lacking. I see people sometimes... throwing around these holiday wishes to everyone and anyone. Wouldn’t you think that lessened their value?
The other day, someone wished me a Merry Christmas. I don’t know. Some idiot standing around in St. Lukes. I confronted her with some tough questions. Turns out she couldn’t really care less about whether or not I had a good christmas, she just thought that was the right thing to say and wanted me to move on. Of course I felt I was being a pain, so I moved on. But it got me thinking. Should I really just wish merry christmas to everyone, and then feel like I am ripping off my friends when I say it to them? Or should I stop caring about the rest of the world, and just save my wishes for those I care about? Of course, I run the risk of starting to believe my own words are some kind of rare and valuable substance... and I don’t want to be that guy. You know what? Maybe I am just thinking about it too much. Merry Christmas.

I'll let Lunar Weaver brush my teeth and then I'll fulfill your request.

Pucker up, Slade.

But I don't want to pucker up! You look too scary, with the onimous mistletoe hanging above your expressionless, pallid face!

*runs away again*

Guarana energy, anyone?

Hows the weather? I'm driving back tomorow.

Already ignored.

Words cannot desribe how i feel. (SPOILER)So forget everything i said.