Comic for Tuesday, January 4, 2005

Posted: 9:06 am, Tuesday, January 4th, 2005

Well, yesterday was certainly something, wasn't it? I figured that, after pooching it like I did, I'd best at least supply a few links today and tell some tales of my vacation and shit like that, although God knows why you care about my vacation. Oh, and, today, I have posted a strip, as well. As you can say, it would have been more timely - but still not extremely timely - had it been posted yesterday.

Where all to start? Well, I like music, so m'ise well start with that. Here's a bunch of top 10 lists from Rolling Stone, and a top 20 list, illustrated and with inane comments, from Scary Go Round. I didn't intake much music last year. Not much new music, anyway - since we share an iTunes database, I've been more or less going through all of 2.0's music. This is helpful, because she has a tremendous backlog of hip-hop, and I am the whitest of the white men. The primary reason I never tried out for Notre Dame's marching band - I was quite the tromboner back in the day - was because my sense of rhythm is so bad that there's no question that I would be incapable of marching in time to the formation. 2.0's hip-hop has not changed my rhythmic worthlessness, but at least I can mumble my way along to OutKast or the Wu (slurring the n-word indecipherably, of course). Anyway, so, my music intake this past year was pretty limited. My top 2 of 2004 are Wilco's A Ghost Is Born because I love Wilco and Green Day's American Idiot because it is awesome. Those pop up from time to time on these lists, but the overall winners that keep showing up - Franz Ferdinand and the Shins and Modest Mouse - these might as well be singing to me in Japanese.

Which is a good segue to the video game I got over my vacation, Katamari Damacy. This also was named to a lot of best-of lists last month, and I think it may be the most addictive game I've played since Grand Theft Auto 3, three years ago. You're a little dude who rolls a ball along, and stuff sticks to it, and the ball gets bigger, and you can pick up bigger stuff. I tore through it - I have already restored the cosmos, which is what the balls are turned into by the King of All Cosmos, they're turned into stars - eventually rolling up baseball stadia and Godzillas and stuff. The whole game is as random and logical as the talk show that Bill Murray goes on in Lost in Translation. I think there's acid in the water in Japan. At $20, this was an amazing purchase. Highly recommended to anyone with a PS2. They're evidently working on a sequel. Rock!

Reggie White died while I was on break, and this is all I could think of. Glad that someone in the real journalism world actually thought to mention this.

I had my first, and most likely last, experience with absinth on New Year's. I can see why this stuff is illegal. I evidently gave 2.0 my keys and ran the rest of the way home at three thirty. Why did I do this? Only the green pixies know for sure. All I know is that the Return of the King on megalong DVD is a very nice hangover companion.

Just got word from Crownover that she thought the update yesterday was hilarious. Yes, that's what it was - a high-concept art piece, not me stupidly leaving the comic at home. Really.

I saw, as I mentioned I would do back in December, the H2O tenth anniversary show with Eric over the week off, as well. It was excellent, and at no time further than ten seconds from utter disaster. I think I got a good short story from the whole experience, too, which is nice, because I haven't bothered to write anything in quite some time, now.

2.0 got me an electric guitar for Christmas. I am going to rock so hard, once I get done sucking so bad. Those fingerings! That's not a chord, it's what happens when you masturbate too much.

Is this enough for right now? I think that it will have to be. I am having a rude readjustment back to the world of the office after being away for so long, and I have a gift certificate to Coliseum that I believe I will use now in an effort to make the day seem less horrid.

Addendum: I have returned from Coliseum, gift certificate intact. Didn't see anything that caught my eye particularly, or didn't feel like getting anything, I can't really pinpoint it. I've been looking for a how-to book on massage to give to 2.0 - less as a gift and more of a my-back-hurts offering. I am not sure if the American Union of Masseuses has banded together and intimidated the booksellers of America from selling books on massage, but I have yet to find on at a bookstore in several efforts (why I don't just Amazon the friggin' thing is beyond me). I have gone through many a fitness section hoping to find an Idiot's Guide to Massage or something like that, I have gone through the relationship sections thinking that perhaps that the erotic massages those books recommend also focus on the back (they don't), and I have gone through the self-help sections, because, really, who would not be improved by possessing a talent for massage? This leads me to the roundabout point of my addendum: There is a book called the Idiot's Guide to Verbal Self-Defense.

Step One: You don't have to take that shit from a book!

Thank you, good night!

bullfrog