So, Morgion and I are in our new apartment. So far the experience has been positive, despite the feeling that I am, as I so eloquently stated on Saturday, "hemorraging money out my ass." Granted, I still have some bling in the bank, but never before have I spent so much on so many varied items so quickly. The effect is somewhat exhilirating and frightening, like stumbling upon Sailor Bubba for the first time.
The only other hitch in the apt so far was the Fargo Air Show over the weekend. The Blue Angels were here doing acrobatics, which sounds cool until you realize that these guys practice EVERY DAY. Given my proximity to the airport, I saw quite a bit of the Angels for free. In fact, I saw more of them than I hope I ever see again. When I say "practice every day" I actually mean "fly laps around my apartment building." They demonstrated such advanced formations as the "really tight diamond", "really tight line", and "really tight diamond really close to this one guy's apartment." I swear they had refueling planes up there just so they didn't have to stop buzzing North Fargo.
But they're gone now, and all is quiet. Mostly; once these handymen stop pounding shingles into the roof above my bedroom. "But Monty", you say, "why would handymen be putting new shingles above your bedroom unless--" and at this point I interrupt and say, "Damn right, my ceiling was leaking Sunday morning." Actually, it wasn't the ceiling as much as it was a great watery bulge in my wall. Fortunately it was a few feet from my computer desk. Unfortunately, that puts it directly over my bed. That was not a fun morning.
But now the roof is fixed, my wall has a sad little wrinkle in it, and the humidity has finally left. It's comic time! And for you vultures who bother me incessantly about new gerbils: I have at least two Monty/Morgion strips ready to scan, and the next comic plotted out in my head. So why don't you get on UPS and find out why my scanner went to Kentucky from Ohio?
6.11.02 (Morgion):
Dear god, I have to fix this site. No offense to Monthenor... but as the title clearly states, ugly. *sigh*
So I'm doing this whole real world job thing now, as has been previously mentioned. I'm liking it; the work is web design, exactly what I planed on doing with the rest of my life when I realized that geeks are cool and hard-core business majors are kinda icky. It's all the oil that lubricates their otherwise crusty lives. *blech* Anyway, real world job. They take a lot of time! Like, I dunno, eight hours! EVERY DAY! It's like they're... using me or something, and trying to compensate by throwing pieces of paper my way. EIGHT HOURS!
OK, now that I'm done whining; this is all a really lame attempt to excuse my lack of participation with the pretty of GerbilMechs. I've been "focusing" on my own "code" for a dynamic comic/news/blog framework. Of course by "focusing" I mean "jotting down requirements every day or two", and "code" obviously means... duh, "some text in my Visor describing the requirements". Come on, I practically handed that one to you. ;-)
So yeah, it rains here a lot. And that rain collects on the ground, which is very, very flat, and thus it doesn't really go anywhere... except into your basement. But we don't have a basement... yet the vile dihydrogen monoxide still manages to come down. Stupid glacial lake basin.
But I can leave my car on the street and not have to worry too much about roving bands of monkeys or whatever you big city people have. But I do have to worry about evil juice bars. Stupid close-minded, conservative Midwesterners.
Anyway, happy note: this weekend will be a box-office smash. I'm really looking forward to the movie goodness of The Borne Identity and... um, Windtalkers... oh. That's it; nothing else worthwhile. Well there's always next week... ah, Minority Report. And Lilo and Stitch. Damn you, clever Disney marketing, you have ensnared me yet again. Then a lull until the July 4th weekend. I know Monthenor and I will be hard-pressed to chose the greater of two goods of PPG or MIIB.
I just hope the summer blockbusters make up for the bombshells... Jawana(seethispieceofcrap)man, Like Mike, and this abomination. I will never understand how these people get funding.