Comic for Monday, Nov 22, 2004

Posted: 9:26 am, Monday, November 22, 2004

Running a bit late this morning - the Thanksgiving-ish, which I will write about tomorrow at some length, was yesterday and I overslept an hour. I made it out the door in about twenty minutes, which is fairly ridiculous. I remember back in the Summer of George, I made it out the door, with a shower, eight minutes after waking up. That was at the height of my ability to rebound from a hangover. Not hungover today, just exhausted from yesterday, but, still, 20 minutes at the ripe old age of 26? I'm happy with that performance.

RAW and Wallace wrote me almost immediately with suggestions as to how to get feedback on the site (see the Friday post if you care), so I guess we can expect some development on that front pretty quickly. I'll probably get to it next week, sometime (ah, the problems of only being able to work on the site during my breaks and not at home). So, hey, by Christmas, you guys all ought to be able to tell me that you hope I get hit by a car. So we've got that to look forward to!

I drew this strip a while ago, so it's got the older type of word bubbles going on, without even the vaguest lines around them to help keep straight who's talking. By the way, in case anyone's wondering why I use semi-transparent word bubbles, it's to emphasize the empheral nature of spoken words. Seriously.

Man, Grafe was so bored at work on Friday. Dude sent me about eight billion links, most of which will appear in tomorrow's post. There's Ill Mitch, this thing, 5ives (quite good), and this 9-pound burger article (some of you, I think, have seen this before - I remember either sending it or receiving it over the summer).

Sad story about that, actually. IT moved our work e-mail accounts to a new server over the weekend, and I had to delete all of my sent messages. Of which there were 30,000. A great record of my past few years of existence have been lost. The Summer of George correspondences of the summer of 2002, when Tree and I would write every morning through blistering hangovers; endless conversations with E; futile attempts to stay sane with coworkers... All of it, gone. Lost some wonderful e-mails in there. I'm too upset, let's just move on. (And, wow, two Summer of George references in one newspost - odd.)

Oh, Bejeweled 2? It kind of sucks. Too much crap going on. Although I appreciate that it tells me I'm excellent or incredible or whatever when I get combos. That's nice.

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