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GerbilMechs
006 : Catching Up
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09Jul02 (Monthenor): Here we are, right smack in the middle of our Halloween marathon. I don't know what it is about cheesy slasher flicks, but after seeing enough bad ones you can really appreciate the gems. And there are gems, you Philistines. Of course, between the wedding last weekend and the movies since then, I haven't had much time for gaming. Or work. Or drawing comics. But I still managed to get this one up on time, and just in case John forgets again it is right now 2:44 PM CDT, Tuesday 09Jul02. So there, nyah. Heh, I better start drawing again, we're getting to the meat of Wai's plot... UPDATE 10Jul02: Whew, gogeek was down for too long...anyway, I thought I'd clue you in to the Error O' Da Week. Nothing so dramatic as forgetting mouths (although I nearly did that), but in panel 5 I had forgotten to draw Bodie's hair before I scanned. In fact, I didn't notice until just yesterday while I was uploading. What's a poor artist to do? I ended up grabbing his hair from the splash image out front and slapping it on top. And if I hadn't told you, you might never have noticed, but it keeps me humble. Back to "work"... |
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7.9.02 (Morgion): Yeah, that's right, gogeek was down. So that's why the comic wasn't up immediately. Never mind I could have added my comments last night and linked it up then. Yet if I did that, I wouldn't be able to get paid for doing something that isn't work, and then I'd never know how Monthenor feels... ;-) Ya know what? When you don't have your monitor's refresh rate on the highest setting for your particular resolution, bad things can happen. Like seizures. Or a spike in your angst coefficient. Then you feel silly. Yes, the problem with my jittering, caffineenee monitor was a less-than-optimal refresh rate, which apparently decided to have a nice little alley brawl with the EM fields coming from my wall. More like a glorified cripple fight if you ask me. Naturally, I bet on the guy in the wheelchair... moral of the story: wheels might be good for crushing someone when they're down, but no one can survive a good smack in the head with a titanium alloy crutch. Not even yo mamma. The monitor's still jittering a little, but I'm not too concerned; it's not giving me a headache, and it still gives me a reason to pick up some sheet metal and create a shiny little shielded nook for my workspace. Then maybe I can put up some more of the mindless clutter with which I surround myself (using magnets of course; no, I'm not that inept). Like the Cinematic Spectrum of Pain and Confusion, or the NDSU Mass Comm Graduating Senior Mantra: We believe Yes boys and girls, I may be a "dirty business major," but at least I can write well. This comes directly from a project one of our fine Mass Comm spawn was working on just before he graduated; and this was after one of the intelligent Mass Comm people we know told him he should review his section and correct some of the problems. This is not to say that all NDSU Mass Comm majors are inept. Nay, many of them are fine, articulate, and cunning strategic thinkers. But it is Mass Comm; there are a lot of really dumb people. The college career path for the completely unprepared and incapable undergraduates at NDSU goes something like this: Computer Science / Math > MIS (optional; only for those hopelessly optimistic fools) > Business Administration > Mass Comm. Unfortunately, Mass Comm is the dumping grounds for every other college on the campus. With the possible exception of Ag majors. Oh, I'm sorry, majors in the "Department of Agribusiness and Applied Economics". How foolish of me to not blindly follow the inane renaming of superfluous departments. But if I hear you call the residence halls "dorms", so help me... ;-) |
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10Jul02 (Monthenor): Just dandy. Thanks to Morgion's comments above, I now have a mental image of his monitor's EM radiation finding his room's EM radiation driving down the street, dragging it from its car, and then beating it senseless. Why? Because that's a goddamn Banshee, mofo. Those cars are sweet ass rides. How can EM radiation drag EM radiation from a car? How can EM radiation even drive? I don't know, but that doesn't stop my brain from trying. Damn you, brain! |
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