*Preface - I don't think it was crystal clear in the last post. My name is sogh! *Hi Sogh* And I have complete power of blog! This post here is my victory lap. Thank you everyone for voting religiously. The turnout was greater than expected, and I'm sure that somewhere out there, ButtugMcOysty felt the love. But before I can gracefully cede control of this blog, I believe I have a couple of things to take care of (I think I owe someone a rectangle comic) and a few more things to say, and of course a closing statement that will move you all to tears. Let's get to it shall we!?

It's past 10 p.m. and that means it's time to...
itch itch itch (: Now, you might be wondering, "What is she thinking?"

*Preface - there will be something up soon, just wait for it. It will be awesome, but unfortunately, not aawesome.
p.s. I don't know what to do with prefaces, but I thought they were interesting and I obviously just want to exploit my power of blog (beam me up scotty, it's time to morph!) PENDULUM POWER*

Don't worry, we'll bring him (start music) back-back-back, back again-gen-gen. Guess who'll be back-back-back, tell his friends-friends-friends. I will attempt to write this post in fourth person but one doubts it will actually end up that way. Why? It will be annoying for one to read after a while...I have low tolerance for more things than just lactose.

He will be missed. (Tattoos were soooo last fall. It's all about the temporary ones now.)

So what's this post all about? ButtugMcOysty. It's a petition to make him post again; he is very weak to his dedicated readers...well weak to not commenting on other people's comments and making witty remarks whenever possible. So let's take a vote (I'll veto it if it turns out badly, because 'veto' is just 'vote' with a different placement of vowels, oh and I have the power of blog *smile*). We ONLY need 50 votes, just five zero. If you want him back (which you obviously do, since I'm not posting more than once), than all you have to do is make the comment:

I love ButtugMcOysty, tell somebody.

on the comment for this post, and that will mean YOU WANT HIM BACK (even just a little bit)!!!!!!!It's not hard, it will only take a moment of your time and you will make a huge impact on someone's life. So I encourage you to do it, this is not a commercial about finding your sleep number, it won't cost you any money. Take a few seconds just to vote, and bring back the daily dose of sarcasm that "we all need." thank you. *smiiiiiiile* (use it, or lose it)

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well, I can only bring comics...so I guess this will have to fill the empty space until we get enough votes (we're aiming for 50 "I love ButtugMcOysty, tell somebody"s!!!!!!!!!!!)

Please vote. (even you McOysty, I know you're reading this, and I KNOW you have the urge to post.)

p.s. you can vote more than once.

vote:

0 times: you are horrible, you read and don't see the impending need.

5 times: you'll get a smile...maybe from him, or maybe just from some random person on the street with a rectangle on their belly.

10 times: you ARE a superhero.

15 times: this blog is indebt to you

20 times:a rectangle comic will be drawn personally for you.

25 times: a post dedicated to you will be made on this blog. (that might not happen.)

50 times: wow, just wow. Even I would give you "the world's best blog visitor" award.

vote. use it. cuz he is a better poster than the one on your wall (punny pft)

I've had enough. After composing two full posts of university essay length, I go to my comment section for yesterday's post to find that a commenter is drawing more attention than the post itself.

And frankly, this does not sit well with me.

SO YOU KNOW WHAT, SOGH, YOU SHOULD JUST POST CAUSE YOU ALREADY DO HALF THE WORK ON THIS BLOG WITH YOUR RECTANGLE COMICS. YOU'VE ALREADY PROVEN TO BE MORE POPULAR THAN ME ON MY OWN BLOG.

I'm officially ceding control of my blog over to her. Good grief. The next time words magically appear at the top of the blog, pushing this post down, it won't be from me.

MCOYSTY IS DEAD.

So...

...go fill up a tank or two, because the lineups will be short to non-existent, and spiteful businessmen willing, the prices will be drastically lower.

*Preface - There may or may not be a rectangle comic here later on expressing my I-can-hardly-wait-for-the-last-Harry-Potter-book-for-unspecified-reasons emotions.

*Preface - I wasn't even going to post today. Actually, I was going to throw up the rockingest rectangle comic known to man. I may still do it tomorrow, pending permission from sogh, who apparently is the hardest person to reach due to her self-imposed MSN ban. Speaking of reaching people (ready for a transition so seamless my mother would be proud?)

"Talk to you later tonight"

A perfectly normal way to end a conversation. Except for the fact that there was never a conversation in the first place. The above snippet was the entirety of a text message received today at exactly 5:32pm from one ex-housemate. The very same ex-housemate who insisted for two full years on calling home to inform the rest of the house that he was indeed coming home.

Does he simply have a bad case of stating-the-unnecessary? Amongst other things.

< sarcasm >

But what's more important is he TAKES AWAY ALL THE SURPRISE that I get from him talking to me later, or arriving home. THERE'S NO FUN IF YOU INFORM ME OF SUCH ACTION. You've created an expectation and once that is there, you are merely fulfilling it. Nothing more. Nothing less.

And where does that leave me?! I guess I now know we're going to talk later tonight, but when? Does he expect me to just sit in front of my computer blogging finding things to do until he contacts me? His subtle way of handcuffing me to my computer is entirely unfair.

< /sarcasm >

*Preface - Some of you didn't get the concept of the "fourth wall" that was critical to understanding the punch-line to yesterday's rectangle comic, so the link gives you the article listed in the most accurate encyclopedia (allegedly).

I realize this is coming out of left field, as the topic I'm about to delve into hasn't been mentioned for a minute. But I'm all for making my triumphant return to writing on the Internets with irrelevant material. It's debatable if it can be considered triumphant without trumpets trumpeting me in. Also debatable is the fact that I was never gone in the first place. I've been busy billy bee on other people's, and my own, comment section.

Neither here nor there.

I have not and probably will not watch anything from the television/movie series Jackass. Not that I'm against senseless acts at times, but in my opinion, they take it far too far.

That was awkward.

There's nothing special about the stunts pulled on Jackass. No feeling of excitement. Downright juvenile is how I would describe the things I've been hearing about. It's as if they take day to day events, such as paper cuts or drinking milk, and more or less exaggerate them to the point of self-injury. Plus, those amateurs have nothing on SUPER DAVE!

Remember him?

Check out the helmet! Check out the jumpsuit! Check out the candor and the professional courtesy provided in the interview leading up to the "big stunt"! The wit, the humor, and the slightly raspy, but oh-so-sexy-low voice!

*Preface - Will Buttug McOysty ever blog for real again? Will Buttug McOysty ever LINK TO HIMSELF again? Is he still aawesome*? Find out next time in another edition of the recently-deceased-yet-still-poked-at-joke-that-is-the-rectangle-comic.

*Preface - I think this story is best told through yet another exciting edition (and by exciting, I really mean mediocre, because I'm drawing these babies and not Sogh) of rectangle comics!

*Preface - Pffffft. Sogh drew the original and the kicker (except rectangles don't have legs...hahaha). I'd link to her but she's Internet shy. Upon me forcing her to draw, she said I had a interesting/twisted sense of humor. I whole-heartedly concur.

The Original:


Spin-offs:




And...the Kicker:

*Preface - Hmph

I almost had a whole post written up about how a person plays the game of RISK reflects his/her character in real life, and the flip side of how a person's character basically gives away their strategy for a board game such as RISK.

It included discussion of the aggressors, the sit-back-and-waiters, the diplomats, the doesn't-have-a-clue person, and the whiner.

But then I realized that it would totally give away my RISK strategy which is fundamentally sound, and I can't risk, pun, the chance that I one day may have to play one of you, with my two game winning streak on the line, after you've studied my strategy and will be able to pick me apart, completely demoralizing me in the process.

Also, I have a problem with finishing anyth