IT’S 11:59, AND I WANT TO STAY ALIVE

By order of popfiend:



You are 11:59 a.m.

You are late-sleepy relaxation, the half-awake moment when you realize it's morning, but you don't have to get up, because there's no place you have to be. You are that cozy spot under the covers where everything feels temporarily perfect, even if you know you'll eventually have to wiggle out and start the day. Maybe you're the artistic type, who doesn't function well on a normal schedule. Sleep's important to you, and you like the freedom of sleeping as late as you want (especially since that is closely related to the freedom to stay up as late as you want). You like to roll out of bed, put on some comfy clothes, and get a laid back start to the day. If not everything on your list gets accomplished, no worries. Your only priority is having no priorities – you just want to take things at a slow, mellow pace.

Not that I ever get to actually do any of this. But otherwise, it’s shockingly accurate.

Wake me up for meals,

This is dF

52 PIGS (#51 OF 52): WATCH YR LANGUAGE, YOUNG FELLER, THIS IS A PUBLIC CARTOON

Well, 50 pigs done, two to go, and I haven’t even resorted to some of the more obvious pigs, like Babe, Piglet (from Winnie The Pooh), and, of course, Porky Pig.

Truth be told, much as I love Warner Bros toons, I never liked Porky that much. But I do like his outtakes:

Okay. We wrap up tomorrow. Who will be Pig 52? O the suspense!

Dramatic irony,

This is dF