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6.6.02 (Morgion):

Have I expounded on the joys of the paragraph tag? I never used to use the thing, thinking it archaic and vile, but now I use it freely and shun the <br> much more frequently when dealing with straight text. Of course, the number of times I've done a project that was largely text can be counted on one finger... and I seem to have misplaced that digit...

Speaking of removing digits, some of you loyal fans have become angsty about the lateness of my comments. Although I salute your diligence to the glory that is GerbilMechs, I must advise you to enhance your life-value quotient... translation, get out more — stop lurking around GM and pestering us for updates. Go sequence your DNA or something. *wry grin* Even though I am very busy with work and moving, I must take some responsibility for my lack of prompt postage... I must also force some of the responsibility on Monthenor. Here's a little tip for ya: chmod -r g+w gerbilmechs. It'll make for faster updates on my part, since I'll be able to, oh, I don't know, actually modify the files. ;-)

I have a notoriously bad memory. I've gotten better since I have my brain to take care of the mundane details of birthdays and haircuts and open heart surgeries and heist dates/times/details, but the day-to-day crap still trips me up on occasion. For example, I spent a great portion of the last two days looking for a silly little Ziplock bag of bolts that are necessary to assemble my desk. Long story short, I threw them in a box on a whim after very carefully maintaining tabs on their position since the month or so ago I purchased and disassembled the floor model from an Office Despot store closing.

Word to the wise; Office Depot == "screw you over even when we're going out of business". You need a nice desk cheap? Go to Walmart or Sam's Club. Face it, they are the Borg; resistance is futile.

Anyway, my desk is assembled and my bed will be delivered on Friday. I'm pulling out of the hall tonight in a joint exodus with Monthenor, and then we're... I dunno, doing something. Maybe assembling our entertainment center of infinite mass. It says it has a matte black finish, but I know it's just sucking up all the photons.

GerbilMechs 001 : Destiny is a Heavy Sleeper

04Jun02 (Monthenor): Well, my compatriot Mr. Poopyhead appears to be too busy with his shiny new job to write a few sage words for our seven or so readers out there. That's ok this time, since this is the beginning of a storyline that comes pretty much from my own sick fevered dreams. He could call me Mr. Doodiepants right back, but I don't think he could add anything to the comic above. I hope to get more regular updates here but I'm in the midst of moving to our swank new place, and I can only scan so much before people in the cluster start looking at me funny. Or maybe they can see what's on the screen... In any case, GMechs is away!
6.6.02 (Morgion): Have I expounded on the joys of the paragraph tag? I never used to use the thing, thinking it archaic and vile, but now I use it freely and shun the <br> much more frequently when dealing with straight text. Of course, the number of times I've done a project that was largely text can be counted on one finger... and I seem to have misplaced that digit... Speaking of removing digits, some of you loyal fans have become angsty about the lateness of my comments. Although I salute your diligence to the glory that is GerbilMechs, I must advise you to enhance your life-value quotient... translation, get out more — stop lurking around GM and pestering us for updates. Go sequence your DNA or something. wry grin Even though I am very busy with work and moving, I must take some responsibility for my lack of prompt postage... I must also force some of the responsibility on Monthenor. Here's a little tip for ya: `chmod -r g+w gerbilmechs`. It'll make for faster updates on my part, since I'll be able to, oh, I don't know, actually modify the files. ;-) I have a notoriously bad memory. I've gotten better since I have my brain to take care of the mundane details of birthdays and haircuts and open heart surgeries and heist dates/times/details, but the day-to-day crap still trips me up on occasion. For example, I spent a great portion of the last two days looking for a silly little Ziplock bag of bolts that are necessary to assemble my desk. Long story short, I threw them in a box on a whim after very carefully maintaining tabs on their position since the month or so ago I purchased and disassembled the floor model from an Office Despot store closing. Word to the wise; Office Depot == "screw you over even when we're going out of business". You need a nice desk cheap? Go to Walmart or Sam's Club. Face it, they are the Borg; resistance is futile. Anyway, my desk is assembled and my bed will be delivered on Friday. I'm pulling out of the hall tonight in a joint exodus with Monthenor, and then we're... I dunno, doing something. Maybe assembling our entertainment center of infinite mass. It says it has a matte black finish, but I know it's just sucking up all the photons.