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They Should Call it 'Crack Sauce'
April 26, 2002
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Oy. Fun-fun time: just got back from a lovely half-assed poster-hanging for the Bad Comedy show - that's going on Friday (read: TONIGHT) and Saturday night @ Macalester, of course, at 8 PM in 10 K Dupre Basement ::end shameless plug:: - with those who will be my future roommates ::big grin:: Fantastic peoples. As I was leaving, one of them - who I will not name, but only say that it rhymes with "ti-panda" - told me "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on." Those guys. I'll enjoy stealing their pops out of the communal fridge next year...
But yeah. Going insane trying to get my shit together lately: just finished an essay the other day, got my senior project FINALLY ironed out, and after show Saturday night I think I'll actually be able to draw a breath in brief relief. Note especially the "brief" part, because I've got not one or two but THREE large essays left to complete before my ass gets out of the fire, but at least I'm not getting it actively kicked. My heart and best hopes go out to those of you out there suffering from the same tribulations and whatnot. Those first-years out there who are spending their massive amounts of time picking their noses and watching stupid movies: go to hell, you dammed lucky bastards. You'll get yours in a year or two, though, mark my words. *Mark* them. Bwgwah.
This strip HAS to go out to all those webcomic artists that are sick and recovering - namely Tycho from PA and Scott Kurtz from PVP - and let them know I'm feeling your pain. No, I'm technically not still sick, but I'm quite literally under the weather: the shit that passes for the daily forecast up here in St. Paul is getting the frick on my allergies or something as well as my nerves, because I keep sneezing and feeling all wonky and shit. No absolute biggie, but when you're strolling around wearing a full winter trenchcoat and hoodie over your full jeans and long-sleeved shirt in LATE APRIL, it's just another thing to piss you off, and by you I mean "me." Or something.
Wish I had some kind of interesting news to impart other than consistently pimping the Bad Comedy Show (April 26-27 8 PM in 10K) and whining about my homework. Oh YEAH! I'm currently reading "Snow Crash" but Neal Stephenson - for a CLASS, I must brag shamelessly - and let me tell you, this book FUCKS ME UP. No, seriously. I love it more than I can reasonably express. The way in which it "gets me tore up" is in that it was written in 1992: something I neglected to notice until *just before class* today, meaning I'd read about 150 pages of it without noting that all his incredible references to coding and "the Metaverse" was done before really ANYBODY except high muckey-mucks were using the Internet, or at least way before it became a big commercial thingy. I was TWELVE, for the love of GOD! I think I had maybe JUST gotten my very first SVGA monitor, and now I could see SimCity (the *original*, not all this 3000 business) in full COLOR. Absolutely unbe-freaking-leaveable to my startled brain. Amazing. Plus the book, and his writing, is staggering in its skill.
Get me here: I'm an English Major. I like to read normally. I have read a *LOT* of stuff. An honest-to-God LOT. And Stephenson is really dammed excellent. He'll let you know it too, from the moment you pick up the book. Which I urge you do. RIGHT - NOW. Trust me on this one.
All right, lessee... what have I done tonight? Bothered everyone to go to the Bad Comedy show: check. Whined about my homework: check. Props to sick web-artists: check. Gushed about "Snow Crash": check. Useless drivel: triple check. My work is done here. Enjoy, and see you on Tuesday. Take care. ::flies out window::
Ring my bell, [I do my best - web guy Josiah]
Annie "Blue" VM
I'm a lot like you
So please hello
I'm here
I'm waiting
- Weezer
"El Scorcho"
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