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Dec. 3rd, 2001
http://www.cbsnews.com/now/story/0,1597,318964-412,00.shtml
Ah, damn...now China will invade Taiwan and declare a "War on Terror" The UK will invade Ireland and declare "A War of Terror." Heck, anyone will declare a war on anyone ell and call it a "War on Terror."
That's it. ALL BELIGERENT NATIONS GO SIT IN THE CORNER NOW! Yes, you too, Israel! Everyone is getting a TIME OUT!
Ah, damn...now China will invade Taiwan and declare a "War on Terror" The UK will invade Ireland and declare "A War of Terror." Heck, anyone will declare a war on anyone ell and call it a "War on Terror."
That's it. ALL BELIGERENT NATIONS GO SIT IN THE CORNER NOW! Yes, you too, Israel! Everyone is getting a TIME OUT!
http://www.cbsnews.com/now/story/0,1597,318964-412,00.shtml
Ah, damn...now China will invade Taiwan and declare a "War on Terror" The UK will invade Ireland and declare "A War of Terror." Heck, anyone will declare a war on anyone ell and call it a "War on Terror."
That's it. ALL BELIGERENT NATIONS GO SIT IN THE CORNER NOW! Yes, you too, Israel! Everyone is getting a TIME OUT!
Ah, damn...now China will invade Taiwan and declare a "War on Terror" The UK will invade Ireland and declare "A War of Terror." Heck, anyone will declare a war on anyone ell and call it a "War on Terror."
That's it. ALL BELIGERENT NATIONS GO SIT IN THE CORNER NOW! Yes, you too, Israel! Everyone is getting a TIME OUT!
A PROPOSITION! ARTISTY TYPES READ NOW!
Dec. 3rd, 2001 11:58 pmThis most likely means Jenni or Aadroma :)
I'm considering either reviving A Wish for Wings, or Closetspace for the web. However, I can't do any of these things as I have no way to actually scan any of my stuff in and publish it.
If someone was to pick up where I left off (or in the case of A Wish for Wings, start from scratch with the new artstyle) I'd continue to write the panels myself. Once I got my machine back up to good standards, I'd pick up the other series, but continue to write the first.
In other words: If anyone out there picks up A Wish for Wings, I'd write it. Once my compute rwas working, you'd still draw A Wish for Wings, I'd still write it, but I'd start work on Closetspace, as well. Or Vice Versa.
Any takers?
I'd do the Polychronicon, but that's a LONG story, a LONG time coming.
A PROPOSITION! ARTISTY TYPES READ NOW!
Dec. 3rd, 2001 11:58 pmThis most likely means Jenni or Aadroma :)
I'm considering either reviving A Wish for Wings, or Closetspace for the web. However, I can't do any of these things as I have no way to actually scan any of my stuff in and publish it.
If someone was to pick up where I left off (or in the case of A Wish for Wings, start from scratch with the new artstyle) I'd continue to write the panels myself. Once I got my machine back up to good standards, I'd pick up the other series, but continue to write the first.
In other words: If anyone out there picks up A Wish for Wings, I'd write it. Once my compute rwas working, you'd still draw A Wish for Wings, I'd still write it, but I'd start work on Closetspace, as well. Or Vice Versa.
Any takers?
I'd do the Polychronicon, but that's a LONG story, a LONG time coming.
Sunday I woke up and went to take a shower. That shower never happened. Why? Dad replaced teh water heater adn was int he middle of putting it back in. No problem, I thought.
But then it came time to see Deener, and I had yet to take a shower. Dammit. I took off to the fateful meeting anyways.
The New Girl has a bad habit of attempting to beat me at everything. She plays fighting games with me, simply to try and beat me, even though she has no idea how to play. She knows I am trying to cook, and she kicks my ass with dinners that you get from real restaurants. She counters stories, and constantly one-ups me whenever possible.
She decided we'd all play Monopoly.
Heh.
I had one of the best teachers when it came to monopoly. My mother is a MEAN Monopoly player. We've had games that lasted for DAYS. She taught me how to get Monopolies when yuo can,a nd if you can't how to stalemate the game until you won through a war of attrition. She's a MEAN barganer, and has NO mercy.
I learned from the best.
I'll admit, I'm a bit more compassionate than Mom. I made a few deals she would ahve cringed at. But I was entirely too ruthless. Granted, New Girl was good, too, and has the same strategies I do. But I know that if I can't make a monopoly, I'll sure as hell stalemate the game out till you give me your last dollar.
Heh.
I win.
After New Girl left, Deener and I had some time alone, just talking. Very small talk. All in all it really wasn't an eventful visit. It was very...nothing. Superficial. Just there.
That night however....EEK.
I left there at about 2AM, and got real tired real quick. I had to pull over a bunch of times to stretch and get some sleep out of me. But I simply couldn't do it. Not to mention the fog was TERRIBLE. It got very bad, very quick, and by the time I figured I should turn around and go back, I realized I'd be driving farther to get back to Austin than to San Antonio. Meh. A creepy drive.
OnceI got home, I slept for a good eight hours. Sorta.
I'm in this wierd pattern now of waking up exactly six hours after I go to bed. This annoys me, because I DESPERATELY want another two hours of sleep, and get it. ButI've got this bad break between hour six and seven.
I dfreamed Iw as working at Wal MArt, and desperately unhappy. nfortunately, I think that's where I'll be in a few weeks. I don't wanna crap job. But I think it's all I can get anymore. THAT SUCKS.
I went through the want ads today, and circled the comptuer jobs that looked good...and the "other" jobs. I wonder how much the Jack'n'The Box secret shoppers get paid? I wonder ifI could skip groceries on that pay scale? :) Cause that was one of the few jobs in the want ads.
Meh.
The res tof the day was spent wasting my time, waiting for the day to end. Lucy want's me to do some meditational chants tonight...trying to help me figure out this mess I'm in. Frankly...I'll try anything, now. If someone was t otell me that slathering myself in bacon grease and rolling around in black eyed peas would get me out of here, I'd consider it.
And now, I'm looking at pictures of the abandonned portion of hte Pennsylvania Turnpike and kicking myself for not driving the abandonned parts while I was there. Heck, I'm also mad I never tried the PA Turnpike at all.
Added three more tests to the Big Online Test entry I made a few days ago. I also put out a call to all artists in the entry on the thingy below.
Any takers?
But then it came time to see Deener, and I had yet to take a shower. Dammit. I took off to the fateful meeting anyways.
The New Girl has a bad habit of attempting to beat me at everything. She plays fighting games with me, simply to try and beat me, even though she has no idea how to play. She knows I am trying to cook, and she kicks my ass with dinners that you get from real restaurants. She counters stories, and constantly one-ups me whenever possible.
She decided we'd all play Monopoly.
Heh.
I had one of the best teachers when it came to monopoly. My mother is a MEAN Monopoly player. We've had games that lasted for DAYS. She taught me how to get Monopolies when yuo can,a nd if you can't how to stalemate the game until you won through a war of attrition. She's a MEAN barganer, and has NO mercy.
I learned from the best.
I'll admit, I'm a bit more compassionate than Mom. I made a few deals she would ahve cringed at. But I was entirely too ruthless. Granted, New Girl was good, too, and has the same strategies I do. But I know that if I can't make a monopoly, I'll sure as hell stalemate the game out till you give me your last dollar.
Heh.
I win.
After New Girl left, Deener and I had some time alone, just talking. Very small talk. All in all it really wasn't an eventful visit. It was very...nothing. Superficial. Just there.
That night however....EEK.
I left there at about 2AM, and got real tired real quick. I had to pull over a bunch of times to stretch and get some sleep out of me. But I simply couldn't do it. Not to mention the fog was TERRIBLE. It got very bad, very quick, and by the time I figured I should turn around and go back, I realized I'd be driving farther to get back to Austin than to San Antonio. Meh. A creepy drive.
OnceI got home, I slept for a good eight hours. Sorta.
I'm in this wierd pattern now of waking up exactly six hours after I go to bed. This annoys me, because I DESPERATELY want another two hours of sleep, and get it. ButI've got this bad break between hour six and seven.
I dfreamed Iw as working at Wal MArt, and desperately unhappy. nfortunately, I think that's where I'll be in a few weeks. I don't wanna crap job. But I think it's all I can get anymore. THAT SUCKS.
I went through the want ads today, and circled the comptuer jobs that looked good...and the "other" jobs. I wonder how much the Jack'n'The Box secret shoppers get paid? I wonder ifI could skip groceries on that pay scale? :) Cause that was one of the few jobs in the want ads.
Meh.
The res tof the day was spent wasting my time, waiting for the day to end. Lucy want's me to do some meditational chants tonight...trying to help me figure out this mess I'm in. Frankly...I'll try anything, now. If someone was t otell me that slathering myself in bacon grease and rolling around in black eyed peas would get me out of here, I'd consider it.
And now, I'm looking at pictures of the abandonned portion of hte Pennsylvania Turnpike and kicking myself for not driving the abandonned parts while I was there. Heck, I'm also mad I never tried the PA Turnpike at all.
Added three more tests to the Big Online Test entry I made a few days ago. I also put out a call to all artists in the entry on the thingy below.
Any takers?
Sunday I woke up and went to take a shower. That shower never happened. Why? Dad replaced teh water heater adn was int he middle of putting it back in. No problem, I thought.
But then it came time to see Deener, and I had yet to take a shower. Dammit. I took off to the fateful meeting anyways.
The New Girl has a bad habit of attempting to beat me at everything. She plays fighting games with me, simply to try and beat me, even though she has no idea how to play. She knows I am trying to cook, and she kicks my ass with dinners that you get from real restaurants. She counters stories, and constantly one-ups me whenever possible.
She decided we'd all play Monopoly.
Heh.
I had one of the best teachers when it came to monopoly. My mother is a MEAN Monopoly player. We've had games that lasted for DAYS. She taught me how to get Monopolies when yuo can,a nd if you can't how to stalemate the game until you won through a war of attrition. She's a MEAN barganer, and has NO mercy.
I learned from the best.
I'll admit, I'm a bit more compassionate than Mom. I made a few deals she would ahve cringed at. But I was entirely too ruthless. Granted, New Girl was good, too, and has the same strategies I do. But I know that if I can't make a monopoly, I'll sure as hell stalemate the game out till you give me your last dollar.
Heh.
I win.
After New Girl left, Deener and I had some time alone, just talking. Very small talk. All in all it really wasn't an eventful visit. It was very...nothing. Superficial. Just there.
That night however....EEK.
I left there at about 2AM, and got real tired real quick. I had to pull over a bunch of times to stretch and get some sleep out of me. But I simply couldn't do it. Not to mention the fog was TERRIBLE. It got very bad, very quick, and by the time I figured I should turn around and go back, I realized I'd be driving farther to get back to Austin than to San Antonio. Meh. A creepy drive.
OnceI got home, I slept for a good eight hours. Sorta.
I'm in this wierd pattern now of waking up exactly six hours after I go to bed. This annoys me, because I DESPERATELY want another two hours of sleep, and get it. ButI've got this bad break between hour six and seven.
I dfreamed Iw as working at Wal MArt, and desperately unhappy. nfortunately, I think that's where I'll be in a few weeks. I don't wanna crap job. But I think it's all I can get anymore. THAT SUCKS.
I went through the want ads today, and circled the comptuer jobs that looked good...and the "other" jobs. I wonder how much the Jack'n'The Box secret shoppers get paid? I wonder ifI could skip groceries on that pay scale? :) Cause that was one of the few jobs in the want ads.
Meh.
The res tof the day was spent wasting my time, waiting for the day to end. Lucy want's me to do some meditational chants tonight...trying to help me figure out this mess I'm in. Frankly...I'll try anything, now. If someone was t otell me that slathering myself in bacon grease and rolling around in black eyed peas would get me out of here, I'd consider it.
And now, I'm looking at pictures of the abandonned portion of hte Pennsylvania Turnpike and kicking myself for not driving the abandonned parts while I was there. Heck, I'm also mad I never tried the PA Turnpike at all.
Added three more tests to the Big Online Test entry I made a few days ago. I also put out a call to all artists in the entry on the thingy below.
Any takers?
But then it came time to see Deener, and I had yet to take a shower. Dammit. I took off to the fateful meeting anyways.
The New Girl has a bad habit of attempting to beat me at everything. She plays fighting games with me, simply to try and beat me, even though she has no idea how to play. She knows I am trying to cook, and she kicks my ass with dinners that you get from real restaurants. She counters stories, and constantly one-ups me whenever possible.
She decided we'd all play Monopoly.
Heh.
I had one of the best teachers when it came to monopoly. My mother is a MEAN Monopoly player. We've had games that lasted for DAYS. She taught me how to get Monopolies when yuo can,a nd if you can't how to stalemate the game until you won through a war of attrition. She's a MEAN barganer, and has NO mercy.
I learned from the best.
I'll admit, I'm a bit more compassionate than Mom. I made a few deals she would ahve cringed at. But I was entirely too ruthless. Granted, New Girl was good, too, and has the same strategies I do. But I know that if I can't make a monopoly, I'll sure as hell stalemate the game out till you give me your last dollar.
Heh.
I win.
After New Girl left, Deener and I had some time alone, just talking. Very small talk. All in all it really wasn't an eventful visit. It was very...nothing. Superficial. Just there.
That night however....EEK.
I left there at about 2AM, and got real tired real quick. I had to pull over a bunch of times to stretch and get some sleep out of me. But I simply couldn't do it. Not to mention the fog was TERRIBLE. It got very bad, very quick, and by the time I figured I should turn around and go back, I realized I'd be driving farther to get back to Austin than to San Antonio. Meh. A creepy drive.
OnceI got home, I slept for a good eight hours. Sorta.
I'm in this wierd pattern now of waking up exactly six hours after I go to bed. This annoys me, because I DESPERATELY want another two hours of sleep, and get it. ButI've got this bad break between hour six and seven.
I dfreamed Iw as working at Wal MArt, and desperately unhappy. nfortunately, I think that's where I'll be in a few weeks. I don't wanna crap job. But I think it's all I can get anymore. THAT SUCKS.
I went through the want ads today, and circled the comptuer jobs that looked good...and the "other" jobs. I wonder how much the Jack'n'The Box secret shoppers get paid? I wonder ifI could skip groceries on that pay scale? :) Cause that was one of the few jobs in the want ads.
Meh.
The res tof the day was spent wasting my time, waiting for the day to end. Lucy want's me to do some meditational chants tonight...trying to help me figure out this mess I'm in. Frankly...I'll try anything, now. If someone was t otell me that slathering myself in bacon grease and rolling around in black eyed peas would get me out of here, I'd consider it.
And now, I'm looking at pictures of the abandonned portion of hte Pennsylvania Turnpike and kicking myself for not driving the abandonned parts while I was there. Heck, I'm also mad I never tried the PA Turnpike at all.
Added three more tests to the Big Online Test entry I made a few days ago. I also put out a call to all artists in the entry on the thingy below.
Any takers?