Okay, okay. I absolutly, beyond any doubt in anybody's mind, HATE Agnes. Agnes the comic strip, that is. By Tony Cochran. And you might be wondering, just how it is that I have her comic on this page. Well, see, you've got to understand. I can never make up my mind just what I want to be when I get older. Let's see, I've changed my mind so many times, I am going to get "whiplash" as Agnes' friend suggests (who the hell knows what her name is? I dont read it enough to know or care enough to commit it to memory.) Hmmm as I remember it, I've gone to the point to say, um, editor, criminal investigator, personell for the FBI, cartoonist, syndicated columnist (thanks to the idea ms angus gave me, which died quickly), and countless otherS. Right now? I've got a right mind to become one of those people that become obsessed with an actor or actres and head their fan club and spend my days worshipping a shrine in the middle of my cardboard-box of a living room. *WATCH OUT JAMES WATERSTON AND FORBES MARCH!!!*
What's up with the Olive Oyl picture? I was surfin the web and when I had come across this website known as Pastor Steve's Popeye. This guy is beyond psycho. If you look around long enough, you run into this one page called "Olive Oyl's Life and Love" and it goes into things that are like, "why guys have never been able to keep olive" "how many other guys has olive kissed" i mean, its just plain wrong. *make a mental note, jess. get ideas for C&H.* either way, I still have to get the pictures for the holiday page. :-D