Ziggy by Tom Wilson & Tom II for January 07, 2025

We all used to think we were too insignificant for them to want to spy on us. Those were more blissful times.

It seems that BB shouldn’t pay attention to many of us who live what we think are boring lives. I remember a time when I became the subject of gossip and while part of me was rather hurt, the other part was amused. Why would people gossip about my boring life? Showed how bored they must be!

If Ziggy had two noses he’d look like Mickey Mouse (in silhouette)…

I’ve always said this. Like, get over yourself.

That just what thems is want you to theenks!

Ziggy, be grateful for that!

Uninteresting (boring) can be a good thing.

Most of the kids I went to school and grew up with read 1984 during the 50s and later we watched that approaching year with a bit of curiosity but nothing happened at all. Sorta like the millennium. And the Mayan calendar.

PLEASE everyone keep being more interesting than me!!! And it isn’t hard. Cause as long as they’re focused on you, well lets just say I have a much much better life.

Knock yourself out, BB.

words hurt… so does a dictionary on the foot. :D

Wow, Zig! You’re off the radar.

I try to make sure that’s true.

I certainly hope so.

but who watches big brother?

I too not be interesting.

Remember when we thought someone was actually watching all those security cameras in real time?

I guess Big Brother got tired of watching Ziggy, aka “The Pants-less Wonder”, thinking to himself, “it’s no big thing”!

During my first job after graduating college, I ended up renting a house with two coworkers. They decided that they wanted to host a house party, and that I should pay for it “because I made more than they did” (yeah, only about $500 per year). Then they found out that my girlfriend, and her coworkers who I might invite, worked for the FBI – at low-level non-agent jobs (mostly computer programmers). Because my roommates and their friends wanted to smoke a little weed at the party. They forbade me to invite (or even tell) my girlfriend and her coworkers. They were sure that I would get them busted…

I told them that I was not paying for a party where I was not allowed to invite anybody. They relented, and they also paid their thirds. As expected none of the FBI folks gave a dam about a little weed (a couple even participated). One laughed at my roommates’ paranoia, pointing out that the FBI wasn’t interested in nobodies like them…