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Fate Worse Than Arby's
February 26, 2002

Let's roll.

Ever since my little sordid tales of Naughty Fan Fiction and its dangers, I have gotten not one but in fact *multiple* testimonials of those who have experienced their horror and depravity, and let me tell you, I find it chilling indeed. Maybe I should start a support group or something, because Jeebus Bob, this is getting out of hand. If you have a tale of fear and loathing (in regards to dirty fan fics and their evil), DO e-mail me, and I might just say a little somethin' somethin' about it in the future: just do NOT tell me details, do NOT e-mail the story or send me a link, nothing like that. Just tell me in what circumstances you encountered that particularly frightening piece of filth (if from a friend, please protect their real identity by not including their real name), where it was from (a friend recently told me he encountered some breathtakingly vile *Harry Potter* filthy stuff - who could BE so twisted?!), and not even a brief synopsis but a "hinting," if you will, of the evil it contained, just so we can rate it on a horror scale of 1 to 10, or something. I have the feeling this is DEFINTELY not the last we have heard of the subject.

Well, just to let everyone know, the Shakespeare Colloquium at St. Olaf I went to this Saturday was the biz-omb - got to see my cousin Julie from Carleton too, word up chica ::grin:: ::wave:: which was great - and I and my Macalester kindred kicked academic ass all over the place. It was a truly fun experience, despite requiring me to get up so dammed early in the morning that it made me temporarily retarded (where everyone I know is looking oddly at those last words and saying "'Temporarily'??? HA!"). When I got back, little did I know a loverly Chinese dinner out with friends awaited me, plus getting to head out and catch a movie, "Super Troopers."

Okay, quick begging: GO SEE THIS MOVIE. If you in any way like depraved, insane humor - and I'm betting you DO, because you're HERE - you will *definitely* dig it. Some parts are so twisted you'll hardly believe it, but on the whole I bet you'll be laughing your fool head off just as much as me. And now I will quote the line from the movie (as delivered through a police megaphone) that could in itself be the entire motivation for you to see this film:

"ATTENTION! Bearfucker! Do you require assistance?"

There you have it.

Well, here's kicking off another wee little storyline for you - hope you all dig it, and if you feel this way about where *you* have to eat, don't hesitate to let me know. I'm hoping to get some time to poke around with different stuff on the site: Cafepress has some excellent new thingies to buy, I'm thinking up new designs, I've got some new art to post, and we can ALWAYS use more strippage (comic-wise). But this week and the next are probably going to be a little tight on time - papers are beginning to be due - but I'll pull together what I can, no problem. Just wait and see.

Be well my peeps,
Annie "Blue" VM

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
- Green Day
"Basket Case"

Hey people...
After many hours of futzing around (which included the installation of win2k onto another drive just for experimentation purposes), I figured out why my internet connection dropped like a cheap whore with a quarter in hand this morning...that is, not that I paid a cheap whore a quarter to drop to her knees this morning, but that my connection dropped like one would have, had I paid her. That's not to say that I didn't pay a cheap whore who was in my room, because there was no cheap whore in my room. Or anywhere else for that matter. Oh god, I'm not going to win this one am I? I'll try to break this down without the whore bit. My connection to the world (lan and internet) went to hell.

As far as I can tell, it comes down to Macalester changing it's routing tables, which leaves me, as a liberator of a non-standard IP address, in the situation of not having his packets routed. This is bad, and sucks more than the aforementioned whore with a fiver in hand. As it stands, I'm chilling with a DHCP assigned IP, but I don't like that. I like having my address static...and whatever I set it to. But for the sake of being connected to the world, I suppose this is where I am for a while (the only possible change is if the head networking guy I emailed decides that he likes me and changes the routing again...but that is a slim to none chance).

Anyways, read the comic.
- web guy Josiah