You want proof that some people are crazy idiots? Do you need it? Fine. Have at it, Mr. Xenu.
I’m going to write a Juxtapositions feature either tonight or tomorrow. Be good Juxers, and don’t let me forget. If I forget, a small child will die. Don’t let that happen.
ZenZagg cannot resist this! (A photo essay)
[FLASHBACK] (Today seems like a multi-media newsday)
Remember way back when, when I lost 30GB of data, when my hard drive exploded? I had started on a feature which showed the aftermath from my “feature characters” eyes. I was going to do a series of post-apocalyptic strips showing their journey through a barren and unfamiliar land. It was going to be awesome, I even made a preview image that for some reason I never released. Soon, I will have internet again, so here is a teaser:
Amazingly, Ding also survived the NTFS a’splosion, along with the Fiction Snips, and a few random other things. I seriously cannot wait until I have an internet-enabled PC again. Shuttling retrogames home on a flash drive is fun and all, but look at what’s below this post!
The week from hell is grinding to a close. What does this mean? The neutral news is that the tides of change have come again, and I am once more leaving for PA on the 5th and returing the 12th, as opposed to Kenny coming down here. The good news is:
Hot cat-on-cat action!
Okay, this really pisses me off. Why are vampires always portrayed as stunningly good-looking and amazingly well groomed when they can’t see themselves in the mirror to groom themselves? You’d think they would look like me with sloppy hair and stuff, but no, it is always perfectly groomed. I have no idea where this came from, but it just sorta jumped out of my brain and into Jux.
The Graeme Anti-Money Capitalist Vortex Effect is now in play.
Adding insult to injury, I have the following to relate. When I first got home from school today, a minor storm had been through the area, and our phone lines had been hit. The surge protector I run the phone lines through gave up the ghost in this hit, but moms and pops wanted to be on the internet, so I direct connected the line, figuring I’d get a new one tomorrow.
Only, the storm of the century blew through tonight, as evidence by the brand new “speed holes” on my car, and apparently struck our lines again, killing two phones upstairs (mine, thanks to not being reconnected at all after the improv rewiring, survived) and…the DSL modem. So, here I am, typing this up on Shebintosh, connected at a whopping 45333 bps. I guess I should thank god for emergency dialup, but I’ll thank him a lot more if he’ll get my replacement modem out here tomorrow.
I figure World of Warcraft would still be playable, but their authentication server is being a bitch right now, so I have no way of finding out.
What a week this has been, let me tell you…I’m about ready to declare March “vacation month”, wherein Graeme does absolutely nothing not required to sustain human life unless he finds it personally entertaining. What a dream that would be, no?
Here’s to paying to repair cars!
Softballs. Hail the size of softballs. These things were as big as my hand. Not only that, but since I talked to Kenny, a second wave has come through. We had people pulling off the highways and running in, their windshields suddenly and violently smashed in as they were driving. We’ve had to herd all of our patrons into the meeting room twice.
Graeme just informed me that he was in a storm! Not just any storm, but a storm so evilly massive that it destroyed the internet. By destroyed the internet, I mean prevented him from accessing it at work. That is why I am posting this and not him. He told me there are massive hail things the size of golf balls. While nobody was hurt, to his knowledge, his transport vehicle, sometimes refered to as a ‘car’, looks like someone took a hammer to it. His windshield is fine.
