Comic for Monday, May 9th

Posted: 9:00 am, Monday, May 9th, 2005

A big ups to my buddy Samwise at the office who got engaged I guess over a week ago now. What with the debilitation, I only found out about it on Friday. Sammy's Canada's biggest loss since Gretzky. My happiness for her engagement was tempered immediately when 2.0 told me she can't take the engagement ring off during softball. The Bad News Bears have less hijinks than the team I'm running.

Which keeping a running total on the marriage tally, means that we are now invited to seven weddings in next fifteen months, all of them my doing. My festival o' weddings starts in twelve days out in Ohio when my cousin Scotty gets wed, continues the next Friday when Five Bucks favorite MNP loses the NP, and then the next weekend my coworker the Greek chick gets hitched. I get a break 'til November, although I've been invited to one in September that I'm not sure we can make. Then my old roommate Eric and Samwise are both getting married in Jersey next August. I'd say that the law of diminishing returns dictates that there's no way this can keep up, but aside from Eric and MNP (and Mikey, who was kind enough to get his out of the way a few years ago), we haven't even begun with collitch peeps getting married yet. And, while 2.0 gets to blame me for all this, she forgets that she also has friends, and that they will probably get all in a nuptual way before too much longer. It's almost inevitable that my social life will soon be spent entirely in a suit, looking for my table.

Which leads me to my next incoherent point - who wants me at their wedding? I'm misanthropic, I only hang out maybe six feet from the bar, I therefore drink too much, I get loud, and I request music that either has obscenity in it or that you can't dance to. I air guitar. I usually don't even manage to bring a decent present. When I do, it's wrapped in Pokemon paper (sorry, Mikey). I'm not really an ideal guest. And yet, seven.

Well, whatever, I'm invited to all these things and that's fine. The thing that's going to be tricky is keeping the strip running uninterrupted and at any semblance of high quality. I don't particularly have the next month plotted out, which is always flirting with disaster, but between a bunch of freelance, the office being a war zone, and my immune system being a war zone, all of which I know you've had to hear too much about, I haven't really gotten the chance. I was actually ahead of myself before the sickness set in - I had four of last week's strips done before the weekend ended, which is almost unheard of for me, but we all know what happened next. So we'll try again. I figure that the worst-case scenario is that I'll just have to draw things freehand and scan them in if I don't have time or get separated from the computer (the ol' laptop ain't quite what she used to be and don't travel so well these days...). Stay tuned, I s'pose.

Speaking of people getting married, the Watch Me Turn 30 originator, Holly, is back. She's not updating as regularly, something about having just gotten a new job and about to get married or something, but since I kept linking to her first site, I figured why break from form?

I've been trumpeting MLB's on-line marketing initiatives as much better than their traditional stuff for a while now - mlb.com is a pretty well-run site with good content and player interviews you don't see everywhere else - but $5 a month for blog hosting? Really? Guys, that's just stupid.

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