Well, it's over, almost.
I don't have much to say. I'm still trying to firm the Jello that is my brain.
I work early tomorrow, must sleep soon.
Have a happy.
'Night.
Friday, December 31, 2004
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Old Friend
Wow.
One of my best friends from high school got her picture in the paper.
Wow.
I saw her briefly last year. A few hours. I rode with her to the place where everyone had food. It was a short, but nice talk.
I miss those talks.
I hope she's well and that everything ends in her favor.
Thanks, Wings, for pointing this out.
One of my best friends from high school got her picture in the paper.
Wow.
I saw her briefly last year. A few hours. I rode with her to the place where everyone had food. It was a short, but nice talk.
I miss those talks.
I hope she's well and that everything ends in her favor.
Thanks, Wings, for pointing this out.
Wonderful Writin'
I heard 'A Fool for Christmas' as I was driving to my parent's house Christmas eve and knew that I had to encourage all of you to take a listen. Allan Gurganus wrote it. I've never read anything by him before, but I'm keeping my eyes open for his name.
Give it a listen, you won't be disappointed. And when you're done, if you've enjoyed it, pass it along to a couple of other people.
PS If I could write like this, I'd be too good to be hanging around here. (Just like Warren Ellis, if you've read his most recent post.)
Give it a listen, you won't be disappointed. And when you're done, if you've enjoyed it, pass it along to a couple of other people.
PS If I could write like this, I'd be too good to be hanging around here. (Just like Warren Ellis, if you've read his most recent post.)
Brrr...
The heater's working, but I'm still cold.
Get it?
I'm doing my best not to get out of bed today. Wish me luck.
Get it?
I'm doing my best not to get out of bed today. Wish me luck.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Shoppin'
So, I'm nearly done with my nondenominational Christmas shopping. Just have to buy a gift for one more person and I'm all finished. Hopefully tomorrow.
To get this close to being finished, I went out today. I braved The Mall parking lot (I walked through it) to get to the same stores every mall in the USA have. It was crowded in and out, very crowded.
I don't mind the crowds.
I think they're fun.
Almost everyone rushing around as if this is the most important thing they have in their lives. People trying to push through the group of three ladies barely moving, but trying to push without actually touching or just asking one to move to the side. The screaming kids with the purple faces in strollers being pushed by parents who pretend not to hear anything. The man, in his forties, who takes his place at the end of a ten person line and says, "I can't believe how crowded it is. Was it this crowded last year? I don't think it was. The crowds just get worse every year. It was never like this when I was a kid."
All this makes me laugh.
I never try to be in such a rush that I can't slow down to the speed of the three ladies in front of me. Screaming kids who look like they're heads are about to explode make me laugh. And the guy at the end of the line is wrong, it's been this bad for years.
Problems go away, they just shift to a different location for a while.
The first one was buying myself something that can easily be a gift from someone. I bought myself the second volume of Mickey Mouse in black and white. There was only one left in the store and I couldn't pass it up. I'm sorry if someone out there bought it for me, but I've opened mine. I couldn't help myself. I wasn't thinking.
Visiting a bookstore was my other mistake. I haven't been in a bookstore, off campus, of course, since some time in October. I have a problem: I like to buy books. After ten minutes in the store, I found myself carrying seven books and had to remind myself that I was looking for gifts for others, not myself. In the end, I found some gifts there for other people and bought myself only two. It was hard, but a decision I'll have to live with.
Tomorrow, out for the last gift and then off to work in the evening.
To get this close to being finished, I went out today. I braved The Mall parking lot (I walked through it) to get to the same stores every mall in the USA have. It was crowded in and out, very crowded.
I don't mind the crowds.
I think they're fun.
Almost everyone rushing around as if this is the most important thing they have in their lives. People trying to push through the group of three ladies barely moving, but trying to push without actually touching or just asking one to move to the side. The screaming kids with the purple faces in strollers being pushed by parents who pretend not to hear anything. The man, in his forties, who takes his place at the end of a ten person line and says, "I can't believe how crowded it is. Was it this crowded last year? I don't think it was. The crowds just get worse every year. It was never like this when I was a kid."
All this makes me laugh.
I never try to be in such a rush that I can't slow down to the speed of the three ladies in front of me. Screaming kids who look like they're heads are about to explode make me laugh. And the guy at the end of the line is wrong, it's been this bad for years.
Problems go away, they just shift to a different location for a while.
* * *
I made two mistakes today.The first one was buying myself something that can easily be a gift from someone. I bought myself the second volume of Mickey Mouse in black and white. There was only one left in the store and I couldn't pass it up. I'm sorry if someone out there bought it for me, but I've opened mine. I couldn't help myself. I wasn't thinking.
Visiting a bookstore was my other mistake. I haven't been in a bookstore, off campus, of course, since some time in October. I have a problem: I like to buy books. After ten minutes in the store, I found myself carrying seven books and had to remind myself that I was looking for gifts for others, not myself. In the end, I found some gifts there for other people and bought myself only two. It was hard, but a decision I'll have to live with.
Tomorrow, out for the last gift and then off to work in the evening.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Monday, December 20, 2004
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Thursday, December 16, 2004
NEW COMIC!
This was supposed to be up Tuesday night, but something was wrong with the 'net. So, here it is.
Saturday, December 11, 2004
More Renders
Since I'm not going to be posting any comics this week, (DAMN!) here are thumbnails of the other renders I turned in to my teacher, click 'em to see 'em. Hope you like 'em.
The last one here was the last one I did, and it was more for me than for the class.
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The last one here was the last one I did, and it was more for me than for the class.
Friday, December 10, 2004
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Problem!
Yesterday, I had decided to not go to school next semester, right? Well, today, I'm not so sure.
I woke up early, for a day off, and headed straight to campus to try and finish my project. Around 1:30ish, a guy came in and was interested in what I was doing. He stared giving me some advice to make it look better and it really helped. Then he turned on his laptop and started showing what he's done in the character class. Gorgeous. What he's doing is only one step away from why I took this class in the first place. Now I'm questioning whether I made the right decision. Maybe I'll go back for another semester and learn more, get better, and still work for 'Bucks.
*sigh*
It's the last one that's a killer.
Slackbastard mentioned getting a bonus on his last paycheck, I didn't get one. I didn't expect to get one because I had left 'Bucks for a few months last year and I figured that one of those months would be where they started to measure the year of employment from. The month they choose was September. So, no extra $250 for me.
I am a Charlie Brown.
I woke up early, for a day off, and headed straight to campus to try and finish my project. Around 1:30ish, a guy came in and was interested in what I was doing. He stared giving me some advice to make it look better and it really helped. Then he turned on his laptop and started showing what he's done in the character class. Gorgeous. What he's doing is only one step away from why I took this class in the first place. Now I'm questioning whether I made the right decision. Maybe I'll go back for another semester and learn more, get better, and still work for 'Bucks.
*sigh*
It's the last one that's a killer.
Slackbastard mentioned getting a bonus on his last paycheck, I didn't get one. I didn't expect to get one because I had left 'Bucks for a few months last year and I figured that one of those months would be where they started to measure the year of employment from. The month they choose was September. So, no extra $250 for me.
I am a Charlie Brown.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Some Stuff
For the few of you who seem to care, I won't be posting a comic until Thursday, if all goes well, or Friday, if all does not. Finals are upon us and my project is due Friday because they decided to make the Friday classes short by a week (not counting Thanksgiving or Veteran's Day), and I have to rush to render my pictures. I'm spending all day tomorrow at school and all day after work on Thursday at school, working. It should turn out well, though.
There are two classes that I want to take next semester. Unfortunately, they both start after 5PM, and I'm not so great at the night class thing. I'm thinking, maybe I won't take any classes next semester. (The first regular semester I haven't been in school since I was in Kindergarten.) Maybe move away from Cowcity. Where to? Unknown. Where are there jobs for me that will pay me enough that I won't need a roommate anymore?
On another note, I reading the Wheel of Time books again. Twice, since I started the first book, people have stopped me to tell me that I'm reading a good book. I let them tell me all about how good it was and didn't say that this is my third time reading (most of) them. I can't say that to people anymore. When I read the Deathgate Cycle again earlier this semester, a girl got all excited and wanted to tell me about the other books, but I said that I'd already read the books and just wanted to read them again. She looked at me like I had called her a moron or something. So I don't say things like that anymore, when I think about it, at least.
There are two classes that I want to take next semester. Unfortunately, they both start after 5PM, and I'm not so great at the night class thing. I'm thinking, maybe I won't take any classes next semester. (The first regular semester I haven't been in school since I was in Kindergarten.) Maybe move away from Cowcity. Where to? Unknown. Where are there jobs for me that will pay me enough that I won't need a roommate anymore?
On another note, I reading the Wheel of Time books again. Twice, since I started the first book, people have stopped me to tell me that I'm reading a good book. I let them tell me all about how good it was and didn't say that this is my third time reading (most of) them. I can't say that to people anymore. When I read the Deathgate Cycle again earlier this semester, a girl got all excited and wanted to tell me about the other books, but I said that I'd already read the books and just wanted to read them again. She looked at me like I had called her a moron or something. So I don't say things like that anymore, when I think about it, at least.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Happily ever after?
What happened after How the Grinch Stole Christmas? Click to find out and listen to the link.
Anniversary
Today, I completed, what I consider, the last day of my first year back at 'Bucks. I've been worked at least three days a week, except for my first week in Cowcity in January, for 'Bucks for the past 366 days. Yesterday began a new year for when I turned in an application to get rehired. Today began a new year for the first day I got paid again for doing stuff at a 'Bucks, filling out paperwork for an hour. Tomorrow begins a new year making drinks for people.
I only worked five hours, and spent them in a decent mood. When GIESW told a customer she was off for the last couple of days, I said I thought she was off all the time and made my crinkled retard face, hand flying up to my chest; we all laughed. I told FLIG that if she got me a hippopotamus for Christmas (no rhinoceros-us-uses, please) I'd help her find people for her white slavery ring; I laughed, GIESW laughed, and FLIG looked me up and down and asked to see my teeth first. When The Manager started to tell me about what a wonderful time OWGAWE is having in Italy, I said that OWGAWE just wants to make us all jealous so she can feel better about herself while we all feel worse; The Manager tried to argue, but couldn't. I loaned GGWB my Popular discs and was happy to make her smile.
A whole year with this company again. All day, I keep asking myself how I did it. How did I survive a year serving coffee to people when only 10%, on a good day, seem to actually appreciate it? And then I remind myself that I need money--to have a place to live, a car to drive, food to eat, comics to read, TV to watch--and no where else will hire me and suddenly, it doesn't seem so hard, just desperate.
I only worked five hours, and spent them in a decent mood. When GIESW told a customer she was off for the last couple of days, I said I thought she was off all the time and made my crinkled retard face, hand flying up to my chest; we all laughed. I told FLIG that if she got me a hippopotamus for Christmas (no rhinoceros-us-uses, please) I'd help her find people for her white slavery ring; I laughed, GIESW laughed, and FLIG looked me up and down and asked to see my teeth first. When The Manager started to tell me about what a wonderful time OWGAWE is having in Italy, I said that OWGAWE just wants to make us all jealous so she can feel better about herself while we all feel worse; The Manager tried to argue, but couldn't. I loaned GGWB my Popular discs and was happy to make her smile.
A whole year with this company again. All day, I keep asking myself how I did it. How did I survive a year serving coffee to people when only 10%, on a good day, seem to actually appreciate it? And then I remind myself that I need money--to have a place to live, a car to drive, food to eat, comics to read, TV to watch--and no where else will hire me and suddenly, it doesn't seem so hard, just desperate.
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