Google makes an A-S-S out of U and M-E

I dunno what the deal is with Google AdSense. I really can't understand how it comes up with it's logic probably 50% of the time.

Take this for example....

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Google either thinks Deloreans, Chipotle, Jesus, or I, am homosexual. I guess in that mix I'm pulling for Google to be referring to Deloreans, but Michael J. Fox might have a different opinion.

Video Google, on the other hand, concurs with AdSense.

Momma Knows Best

Well, the cat's finally out of the bag. My mom found my blog.

Apparently she's known about it for quite some time, but didn't mention anything because she didn't want to "stifle my creative process". Really, that was quite considerate of her. If she'd told me she had been reading my comics since Christmas, I dunno that this blog would have quite the same feel to it...


Don't start to think things are gonna change though. I assume since she knows, Dad knows, and if they've been reading this long without disowning me, I'm gonna assume I'm on solid ground.

I love you guys. Thanks for all your support.

On a related note - if you Google "Dan Weiland" - this blog is the first result. I think that puts me above the guy on the Elite Adventure Team in terms of "Dan Weiland World Importance".

Reel Big Rachael Ray

Before you read the comic, I want to make something perfectly clear. I am a Rachael Ray fan. Her recipes are awesome and easy to make. I come across as a bona fide chef when I follow her instructions. Usually I just look them up online, but occasionally I'll catch a show or read one of her cook books for stuff.

Lately it seems to me like the entire Food Network is really selling out. Which is fine, I understand. They want to make money, so they get their people out in front of those who don't watch the Food Network. Cross promotional type things. Tyler Florence is making dishes for Applebee's, Giada De Laurentiis is going on Iron Chef and Jimmy Kimmel ... I understand. There's monies to be made.

But we need to have some sort of intervention with Rachael Ray. She has a daytime talk show. Talk show. Not cooking show ... a show with her just.... talking. And it's one of the worst things on TV. Not only that, but her face is popping up on absolutely everything these days with recipes for all sorts of random crap.

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If we don't do something about it soon, I'm afraid she might start doing something less family friendly. (Mildy NSFW. Use headphones and you'll be alright.)

The Definition of Irony

Well, I'm sitting here doing my homework for class tomorrow. It's grueling. Arduous. Painful.

I'm watching Field of Dreams.

Ok, all things sarcasm aside, Field of Dreams is a pretty fantastic movie. I don't like baseball. Kevin Costner can do simply horrible things to a role, script, or director's chair. But as far as homework goes, watching any movie is awesome.

On a completely unrelated, but probably more appropriate for this blog, note, emily recently went through an experience with one of her coworkers very similar to today's comic.

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Like emily and the character in the comic, I'm not gonna explain exactly what a fupa is if you don't know. I'd check Urban Dictionary if you're confused.
At this rate I should probably start getting advertising revenue from Urban Dictionary.

One last thing before I letcha go. Some of you might be wondering:
"Dan, is there any rhyme or reason to your posting? It seems pretty random to me, and as such, I find it difficult to know when I should or should not check your blog. In fact, I usually don't check it at all until you message or call me telling me you've posted a new comic, which is fairly presumptuous on your part. A few times you even reached over my shoulder and typed in the URL."

Unfortunately, I do not have any kind of real schedule for comic posting. I try to get out about 2 a week, and typically they fall on Fridays and Tuesdays. At least I think they do. But I could be totally wrong.

Sooooo, I've added a couple of links to the side of the ol' blog. They are methods of "subscribing" to my blog.

These are "RSS Feeds" - or Really Simple Syndication. Click on any of these links and you'll get directed to options for being notified every time I get off my college butt and make a post.

You can add 'Why Not' notification to Google, Yahoo or Bloglines reader utilities, or even as a widget in your Google Personalized Homepage.

Aaaand I'm done advertising for myself. Hope I didn't scare everybody away.

Jesus Cheats

When I moved down to Florida to start school, my parents were nice enough to give me $50 in Chipotle gift certificates (Thanks guys!). I had recently shown my parents the glory of the "small baby" sized burrito, and since I was the one to bring them this wondrous food, they naturally assumed that I had an extreme love for the things myself.

They were absolutely correct in this assumption.

I have sustained myself on almost exclusively Chipotle style Tabasco drenched barbacoa burrito bowls, and I until my stream of gift cards expires, I will continue doing so. Each time I hand over a gift card though, I can see the end inching its way closer. Soon I will be out of gift cards.
I hate to say it, but I may have to ... end it all.

I just hope the big guy managed to open up a few Chipotles cloud-side.

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Pleasant Surprises

Well, the first week of class is over and I don't want to do anything crazy like shoot myself in the head or have sex with Rosie O'Donnell. Even if I did want to do something that crazy, me and my boy Mueller have a death pact with regards to throwing myself at a sea of Crisco lesbian.

Class actually went really well. This month will be filled with arguments regarding right vs. wrong, Freud, and other wonderful things from the world of Philosophy and Ethics. I'm sure Clay is ecstatic on my behalf.

In other news regarding my life down here in the wang of the US, today I went and got a Florida driver's license. This puts me approximately 5 months ahead of my eventual driver's license acquisition after moving to Texas. The process, unlike in Texas, was immediate. I made an appointment with the DMV online, showed up and was out in 20 minutes with card in hand.

In Texas, I had to give up my Nebraska license and wait for quite some time before getting a decent replacement. They just handed me a little piece of paper that a 3rd grader could have forged. Grocery stores, gas stations, bars - nobody took that thing as proof I was 21.

It was.... painful.

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I actually had a passport at the time, but while the country of Italy was totally cool with it as a valid form of ID, the Tiger Mart on Mopac and Duval would not let me buy a case of Bud Light.

Score 1 for Florida.

The Psychology of Ethics

I'm registered, I'm orientation-ed.... oriented I guess, and I've got all my materials for the first month of classes.

Scratch that, first month of class.

Indeed, this first month I'll only be taking one class. Since this is a Bachelor of Science I'll be getting, there are some General Education requirements that go along with all the awesome animation stuff I'll eventually be learning. Since I've already got one of those BS things, I get to skip out on a few classes here and there. This first month is supposed to entail two classes (for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week). "English Composition", and "Ethics and Psychology".

Well luckily for me, I already have an English minor so Full Sail decided to let me pass on English Comp stuff. Or maybe because they're so impressed with the flowing prose of my blog. Regardless of the reason, that means March is a Tuesday and Thursday undertaking - probably the lightest class load I've ever had at any level of school, with the minor exception of that one class taking up 8 hours on each day.

I wonder why, in this accelerated Bachelor's program, they picked certain gen ed stuff to cover and not others. I'm sure there's some guidelines that they must follow to be accredited, but why Ethics and Psychology? I guess so we don't end up being a bunch of animators that lie to their professors, audience, customers, or constituents.

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Class starts tomorrow. Hoycha!

We All Grow Up Sooner or Later

In non-school related news - my mom recently retired, and as such has quite a bit more time on her hands than she used to. My dad and I gave her a laptop for Christmas, and since then she's been using a computer much more than she ever had previously. Probably not reading RSS feeds in the bathroom (who does that... *Cough*), but she's becoming internet savvy fairly quickly

Since we usually enjoy playing Scrabble while I'm at home visiting, I thought we could leverage her newfound enthusiasm for the interwebs by playing some online Scrabble. This morning was our first game, and just like when playing her in person, my juvenile mind kept forming words that were best left un-played.

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I dunno about everyone else, but I'm always sure to have a browser with Urban Dictionary up when I play my mom in Scrabble.

On a side note - this particular comic is a bit larger than previous ones. Does everybody elses' browsers scale it down appropriately? Let me know if you're having problems seeing things.