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Not Entirely Convincing
July 4, 2006
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Hey there, cats and kittens. Many apologies for the shortness of the rantination: it is a combo of my Web Guy Josiah leaving the country EARLY today (cross your fingers for the Friday comic to be posted properly - apologies in advance!) and my own sudden kick-you-in-the-face sickness striking this weekend and taking no prisoners (upper respiratory tract infection for-the-LOSE). Friday's comic - since I didn't know that it needed to be done tonight UNTIL TONIGHT - is a bit of a low-quality affair, the dramatic reenactment of what basically happened to my brain and body last weekend. On the very wonderful plus side of things, I did get to see my friend Betsy, writer of UC, which was awesome and excellent and I wouldn't trade it for anything because it was FUN FUN FUN and I missed her muchly - but my body, bitch that it is, unleashed it's primal fury, and my brain gave in kind because it did not want to miss out. Fun times, as you will see on Friday in my took-less-than-one-hour-to-do-out-of-necessity-comic. Please forgive me for it. It is not Wangzilla, for which we all are fortunate.
Oh, and the meat of this comic's humor is blatantly swiped from one of my ever-patient co-workers, Brian. I work with like FORTY Brians, this is true, but he should know who he is. And that I stole his joke because it was awesome. Thanks and sorry, B!
Anyhow. I aim to collapse and self-medicate, and you should all aim to enjoy fireworks if you're in the US, or if you aren't, maybe to just blow something up for the hell of it. And mmmm, grilled animal flesh. Delish. Take care, everyone: wish me luck for posting this shizzle when Web Guy Josiah is ten time zones away. BWEEE!
/roar,
Annie "Blue" C
WhatÂ’s the point of pushing ahead?
Wait to sleep when you are dead?
- The Planet Smashers
"Cool Your Jets"
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