Listen, I know it, you know it: my stuff is funny. In this absurd, off-the-wall, wacky, zany kind of way. You love my work, I love my work. So please, pay me for the chuckles (Cyber-Chicken Theater Tickets tab), and then forward this
Listen, if you need to make some dough, call me. We'll talk. I need to make some money, you need to make some money, if we put our heads together and make full use of the combined wattage generated by those two brain cells, we might come up with a good, solid plan for a way to spread joy o'er the land and feed our families and maybe put something by for retirement and so forth. Anyhoo, symbols follow. Remember, stealing stuff makes you feel bad (after the initial euphoric rush, which doesn't really feel good, it just feels, I don't know, fast, or something). So, don't go for bad. Go for good.
**You know what else I decided is that it is Friday and I am not going to keep trying to get the copyright symbols from the Commons yet, just please respect my things and don't try to make any money from them unless you're helping me make money from them, too. Unless, of course, you're the government, because we all know that you're just gonna be taking whatever you want whenever you want it and that, since we are by the people and for the people, that it really means that I'm taking it from myself to give back to me and my family anyway, right? Wrong. Theoretically, that might be some kind of a warped logical thread to follow, but OMG it is Friday, and what am I doing trying to think of funny things to write now?!!! That's crazy, is what it is.
Have a nice weekend. I'll finish posting those little symbols that we all know and love as the valiant protectors of someone's work next week. Maybe. Seeing as how I'll be traveling, or migrating, though, and it may be a bit of a hassle, just consider it one of my "to-do's."
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