I'm sarcastic, pessimistic and snide but let me be serious here. I am an organ donor. I finally made the decision to become an organ donor two months ago but it has always been something I have wanted to do. You can change the lives of up to 70 people by registering online. Give the gift of life and happiness to people living in fear and anxiety. With a simple decision, you can completely alter so many people's lives for the better. Not just for them but for their families and friends who will be able to remain together and live joyous lives in each other's company. Someone very close to me is waiting for a transplant and I could not imagine life without them. Please consider becoming an organ donor and bring give graciously to people in need. That is my humble little Side Post #1
On a side note to the side note: people are asking me if I'm mental. Just because I like to talk about stories of superheroes that are slightly derpy doesn't mean that I'm crazy. Okay that was a slight excuse to post that picture I drew. Also I've received some feedback for my project #1. I'm incredibly embarrassed that it's gaining some attention but at the same time, that's one of the things that I wanted to work on.
Adventures of Inderpiana Jones and the Raiderps of the Lost Ark:
Inderpiana Jones boards the wrong plane and ends up in Paris where he meets young, quirky native french girl who is in love with another man. Becomes a romantic comedy.
X-men Durrigins:
Wolverine is browsing the internet and reading with his chin resting on his fist when he accidentally activates his blades.
One week down. The wait at the beginning was pausing and focusing myself for the 9042948342th take. Messed the lyrics up too. Once I get in front of a camera, my hands become sweaty, my throat becomes sandpaper and my fart becomes farty. Oh wait I thought this was Mad-Lib. To the three people including myself that got the joke and thought it was funny, high five!
Why did I put so much effort into this picture? Nobody's going to see it... Nobody's going to read this. I can say anything here and people will be like "Hey Kevin I like your blog" because none of you will actually read any of it. Dicks. I think Star Trek is overrated. I hate iPhones. I hate you. Yes you. Especially if you are a baby. Babies make me jealous. All you have to do is poop in a toilet and people act like you won the Nobel Prize. I wish life was always like that.
I wish I had some sort of mechanism in my washroom that whenever I flushed, confetti would shoot out of the roof and big flashing letters pop up on the wall "CONGRATULATIONS! YOU ARE STILL NOT INCONTINENT!". Thank you for the positive support bathroom. Eventually if I grow old enough and I am incontinent, maybe I'll get a "Sorry, please try again later". Depressing thought. Maybe I should stop talking about poop and move on to something else... Nope, got nothing.
The goal of this project is to do something at least once every week that frightens the poop out of me. Here are a few examples of things I am planning on doing:
1. Upload a video on youtube
2. Play guitar in public
3. Take singing lessons
4. Learn to dance
5. Go skydiving
6. Work out at the gym at the most crowded time