GerbilMechs.com - Lookin' ugly until Morgion takes command...

6.6.02 (Morgion):

Lack of deadlines indeed; that's why this is being posted today instead of last week. Actually, the abundance of deadlines are to blame... but enough about my job, where I'm doing exactly what I wanted to do as soon as I got out of college and into the "real world". How many geeks can say that considering the current job market? I rest my case.

What was my case again? Oh, yes, Trading Spaces. Now, we're just as macho as any other group of monitor-glow basking, computer-tech joking, sci-fi/action/fantasy/B-movie fanatics. And that speaks screenfuls of man pages. Manual pages.

I'm fairly certain the acquisition of an apartment is what brought on this decorating binge... Monthenor and I have had the distinct pleasure of staying in a college residence hall (call it a "dorm" and you'll answer to me) for far too long. Last night we picked up a shiny new lamp to provide ambient glow to our living room; we also managed to score an oak entertainment center. *sigh* Oak is heavy...

And what the heck is up with the versioning of these comics? Seems like deflation to me... ;-)

Monty and Morgion 002 : We Want a Clean Fight

29May02 (Monthenor): If you've followed my creative impulses for a while, you might notice that my biggest stumbling block is my lack of deadlines. So I am right here, right now, declaring the GerbilMechs Comic Deadline: Wednesday. That's as much as I can say right now. What with the moving and the working and the lack of scanner, one day a week sounds about right. It also gives Morgion a reason to bust out with his mad stick-figure skillz if I happen to be slacking busy that week. And lemme tell ya, if I can't find time to sketch four panels of gerbils in an entire WEEK, I'll be in no mood to hear about it... So, the comic. It explains a little more of the GerbilMechs phenomenon and offers your first look at the nanite battle suits in action. Not action, really, but we used them. And we like how the background came out, which probably means that neither Frank nor Hilda were in charge ;)
6.6.02 (Morgion): <insert witty spelling-related banter here> Lack of deadlines indeed; that's why this is being posted today instead of last week. Actually, the abundance of deadlines are to blame... but enough about my job, where I'm doing exactly what I wanted to do as soon as I got out of college and into the "real world". How many geeks can say that considering the current job market? I rest my case. What was my case again? Oh, yes, Trading Spaces. Now, we're just as macho as any other group of monitor-glow basking, computer-tech joking, sci-fi/action/fantasy/B-movie fanatics. And that speaks screenfuls of man pages. Manual pages. I'm fairly certain the acquisition of an apartment is what brought on this decorating binge... Monthenor and I have had the distinct pleasure of staying in a college residence hall (call it a "dorm" and you'll answer to me) for far too long. Last night we picked up a shiny new lamp to provide ambient glow to our living room; we also managed to score an oak entertainment center. sigh Oak is heavy... And what the heck is up with the versioning of these comics? Seems like deflation to me... ;-)