When I was a youngster, I would often wander about, while dozing, completely unaware of my surroundings. Sleepwalking is what I think the kids are calling it nowadays. It got pretty interesting, but nowhere near as dark and frightening as other sources would lead us to believe.

I have had several misadventures stemming from this nocturnal disturbance. As a young child, I would often wander out into the living room, and creepily stare at my dad, usually not saying a word until he questioned as to why I was up. At that point I would stagger back to my room, seemingly possessed.

One frightening event was when I was about nine or so. We were staying in a hotel in an airport. Anyways, my mother was woken by a strange noise, she peered over to see me, trying to open the hotel door, which was dead bolted shut. Who know what would have happened if this lock was not in place. Would I have wandered out into the airport and eventually came to? Completely disoriented and confused? When confronted, I made a motion as if applying some kind of ointment to the lips. I am/was a weird little bugger.

While interesting, my sleepwalking habits never got me in any trouble or situations of embarrassment.

Well . . . except on one occasion, which will haunt me as one of my most embarrassing moments. At around the same age as the previous tale, I was staying with a friend and his family for an overnight visit. In the middle of the night, as I slept, I walked into his parents’ bedroom and made myself comfortable.

On their bed.

With them.

(Banish the thought you perverts!) Needless to say, it was quite awkward when morning arrived.

I know that said friend is reading this post, and I would like to take the opportunity to thank him for being so cool about the whole situation, as there was great potential for harassment, especially considering the age.

Fortunately I seem to have kicked the sleepwalking habit. Yes, I am/was probably deeply disturbed. A possible employer will probably read this blog sometime down the road and think, “This guy is ****ing crazy!” and thus deny me employment and I shall be ruined.

Now that embarrassing facts have been published and made official, I would like to draw your attention to a blog I have been reading lately. It is entitled: Your Webcomic is Bad and You Should Feel Bad. I am not on the cutting edge of discovery as this is a well-known blog, but I thought that I would just mention it.

The blog offers fiery rants about different webcomics, and why the author hates them. The raw, unflinching emotion that is expressed in the blog is delicious. It does have a lot of swearing, so if you would rather not experience the darker side of the English language, I suggest that you stay away. I also wouldn’t recommend it if you do not read many webcomics.

I won’t keep you much longer. A few months ago I stumbled upon a comic called The Zombie Hunters. The name itself is pretty self-explanatory. It is an excellent horror/zombie comic, and I would highly recommend it to fans of such genres, or if you just like good comics. It does have copious amounts of swearing and violence, so if avoiding such things is a goal in your life, steer clear.

Keep your eyes on Everyman 2, which I have been neglecting . . . a new comic is in the works and should be posted in the very near future.

Quick game review: Crysis.

Awesome.

Later.