06Aug02 (Monthenor): O frabjous day! My work on Geology Explorer is finally coming to fruition...as soon as tomorrow I may be burning the CD with our fall distribution. Then I don't know what I'll be doing for money, but I'm willing to bet it'll be easier than whatever you're doing for money.

It's the 10th episode of GerbilMechs, and I still haven't gotten bored with it. To celebrate, I've decided to finally stop jerking you around with the Wai storyline. I heard some rumblings of dissent about last week's teaser, and I'm sure most people don't get the "nyo" references. Oh well.

I'll be in Bismarck for a wedding this weekend. The weekend is prime comicing time. What does that mean for next week? I guess we'll find out.

08.07.02 (Morgion):

Heh, Bismarck for the weekend. This should be entertaining; Monty's never been farther west in North Dakota than Fargo... which is very much east. And it's the farthest west he's been here... isn't that weird?

To conclude my post-dating fun, I shall leave you with this. As you know, links like "click here" or "click on me" or "feel me up to go to your desired website" are wrong and immoral. Which, naturally, means taht this is also wrong and immoral. This may cause your eyes to bleed. Or you may decide to hunt down the creator of this blog and make her eyes bleed. The choice is yours. Choose wisely... and put the creator of this horrible atrocity out of her misery.

06Aug02 (Monthenor): Wow, Morgion has somehow managed to slip his post forward into the timestream! He has the unique honor of updating both before and after this update in a single post, and I hope it was worth the tearing at the fabric of reality.

But I'm not just here to mock Morgion's grasp of space-time. I'm also here to report on the latest whisperings of Food Satan. All I wanted was a goddamn root beer. Just root beer. It's not like I can try to make root beer. I have two big bottles of IBC in the fridge that I pull from when I want root beer. Simple enough, right?

So I open up the fridge, and as I bend over to retrieve the root beer my eyes are right on a level with a half-empty bottle of Pepsi Blue. This was leftover from the big Taste Test Experiment this weekend which garnered such insightful focus group feedback as "Holy shit!" and "What the hell is this?" and "Yeah, that's berry." So naturally Food Satan started right up in my head:

"Psst! Monty! If you put that blue shit in your root beer, you'll get berry root beer! It will taste magical!" Lies, ALL LIES!! I don't know what's in Pepsi Blue, but it will overpower any flavor anywhere. I was left with a glass of Pepsi Blue that was slightly more carbonated than three-day-old pop normally is. I don't know what's going to happen to the quarter-bottle we have left...but I think we can cross "mixing drinks" and "marinating steaks" off the list.

Curse ye, Food Satan!

08.07.02 (Morgion):

Well, you know Monty, I wouldn't have to rip through space time if:

1. You would post on the day when posts occur. Then I don't have to go forward in time to insert my post on the proper day.
   1. I could simply give in to Monty's "unique" definitions of Wednesday and Saturday, and abandon all sense of order and continuity. I have thought of this. If his behavior becomes increasingly erratic (no doubt thanks to Food Satan), I may also have to take... steps. *maniacal laughter* *clears throat*


2. You would remember to use chmod on the posts so that I don't have to do things like this! Note: This this link is not evil. Click it. You'll see what I have to go through when someone makes a file, chmod's it correctly so their space-time-thwarting counterpart can post... then makes a copy of it to be the index, but doesn't properly chmod that.