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Good Thing He's Not Armed
November 30, 2001
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So yeah... here I am, back doin' the ol' Ranticus Maximus thingy, and stuff. Word.
Whew...back from vacation at home, and damn, did that do me worlds of good. It was so unexpressibly GOOD to see so many of my friends and family, and eat tasty food, and have lots of fun. I even got to get to know someone a lot better (silent shout-out, wink, and whatnot), a kindred spirit, and this person might just favor us with a guest comic sometime in the future... but we shall see. All in all - EVEN with the annoying delayed flights on the way back - it was a wonderful trip. I hope everyone had as much fun during Turkey-day (and the surrounding days) as I did. W00t.
Finals advancing... ARG. So much to get started on...personality psychology, beginning choregraphy, 19th century American Literature... the tasks go on and ON like Blue's game wish list. Eek. So bear with me: comics will continue, as promised, but these rants will likely get shorter and perhaps a tad more terse. But never fear; it's all about the love. Okay, I don't know what that was supposed to mean, but dammit, I stand by it all the same.
Games... games... GAMES! Can't get them out of my head! Good God... I must express again exactly how painfully much I want a PS2, if only to get the hang of playing Grand Theft Auto 3. Countless rants have been posted about this game at innumberable sites, strips have been done about them in comics much more advanced than mine (lo, behold the indominable Penny Arcade and Real Life), but want to toss in my twin dented pennies about it. Even though I saw it for about 10 minutes TOPS, and all the person playing it did was enter codes so he could play as an old lady running people over with tanks...GTA3 R0xx0rs. Completely. I'd do a strip with Blue doing nothing but setting people on fire in it, but won't because 1) as I said, poor Blue, like me, is PS2-less, and 2) it's been done, like I said. But watching a grandma with shopping bags roll out of a burning tank, dash into a park, and use a bazooka to blow the hell out of the cops tailing her...well, let's just say you can't really catch shit that strange at your local Cinema-Whatever.
Your holiday of choice - Christmas, Hanukkah, Festivus, whatever - is approaching, and I'm sitting here primed-and-ready for you readers to all activate into Rabid Consumer mode and sweep clean my tasty supply of goodies in my Stuff section. Come on... someone wants a W00T bear, I can tell... ::grin:: Just a little reminder.
Well, I've got to jet, but take care, all, and be well. B3 L33T.
Tschüs or something,
Annie "Blue" VM
"I want to be the horseman of sponge cake!"
- me
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