AWKWARD ZOMBIE

Careful what rules you break, what subjects you brings up, what Rolexes you advertise. For TurboPunz shall change into his final form...TurboBanz.

I don't know who you commissioned that avatar from, but it is also a terrible Wolverine. Or is it supposed to be X-23? Has she changed costumes?

I don't know White Magic and I don't have any potions, so I guess if the skeletons come at me I'm tossing...I don't know...Aloe Vera and multivitamins at them.

Glorious.

I haven't cured cancer yet, either. Give me some time.

If you're at your computer and you feel a heart attack coming on, don't waste time typing that. Delete the porn folder.

Rimshot.

Ah ha, I knew that Formspring name sounded fake. Why is Ryuk laughing at me? Surely he's seen less common names than yours. Skadoosh McPennywhistle...of the..umm...Ulster McPennywhistles?

I'm keeping the damned dinosaur. It's grown on me.

Wait...you guys aren't using your real names for your accounts? No wonder the Death Note isn't working. Next you're going to tell me you don't actually look like your avatars.

I'm ancient. Over a quarter of a century old. Computer skills taught to me in elementary school consisted of not touching anything other than Paint.

Off to a good start, but Mr. Easterband posted a nearly identical idea some dozen pages back. Still one of my favorites.

Start reading here, forumites. You'll go far. And by far I mean fifteen or so pages.

Well everyone is reporting bots now. What do I have to do to get any activity in the Comic Ideas thread?

Elementary classes had all sorts of games to teach it, but no commitment to use them. Keyboarding class in high school consisted of getting told to type stuff and learning how to properly format memos and margins.

I remember in Middle School having to hunt and peck. The rare assignment that required a computer took an eternity to finish. Took Keyboarding in 9th grade and hated it. Good think I took it though. One day I was in the library searching for a book. Went up to the computer, placed my hands without l...