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Monty and Morgion 009 : Navel Gazing

09Aug02 (Monthenor): Heh. This comic reminds me all over again of what a total idiot Yorda is. Well, it looks like we might have a Wednesday comic next week after all. It's sorta in its last stages right now, and shake shake shake 8-Ball the outlook is good. More important than the comic, however, is the new culinary news. I have finally elduded the wiles of Food Satan and cooked something that was a success! Good thing, too, because spaghetti olio is my favoritest food ever. But all went well. Except some noodles got kinda cooked to the bottom of our non-stick pot, but they came off with soap. I attribute that to overfilling the pot with noodles, but damn if I didn't want my spaghetti olio NOW! And Morgion finished off the last of the Pepsi Blue, so now I am no longer tempted by that most vile substance. Gonna go prepare for the wedding trip tomorrow, which basically involves eating, playing games, and watching TV. Same routine as preparing for work, preparing for bed, and preparing for an IRS audit. Life is good.
08.09.200000002 (Morgion): Audit? What what what?! I swear, all of those charges to the GerbilMechs charge were completely legitimate! All business lunches and consulting fees! I have receipts! packing suitcase Maybe they're at the bottom here... underneath all these clothes. Oh, no, that's right, I left them in my other pants... at the airport. I'll just have to mozy over to Hector and get on the international flight to Guada Lumpur... I mean... to get my pants. Yes... So... am I the only one wondering about Wai's eyes? And how they're all vertical slits now but weren't earlier? Isn't that weird? I'm sure Grand Master Plot will answer all questions soon enough. Do you have a golden shovel? Because I have a golden shovel! It's sitting in my corner right now, and it looks very pretty. Ground breakings are fun. But they need more off camera time so I can bludgeon the administrators and bury them before anyone notices. All the slimy administrative types at the university attend, and it brings out the schmoose in me, which is mildly disturbing. Then I'm all oily, and need some skin cleanser. And an antibacterial wash; who knows what kind of germs are teeming on the skin of NDSU's Administration?
09Aug02 (Monthenor): WHAT? scramble click click click Where the -- what -- I don't -- pant pant pant That's pretty much the sequence of events when I read Morgion's comment about Wai's eyes. I knew deep down that I had been very, very careful to keep her eyes hidden in all of her previous appearances. Hell, most of the time she was just a shadow on that poor victim's psyche (mental note: can't keep calling her 'victim' much longer...)(mental note: that was out loud). So I got all worked up about nothing, dammit, and right before bed. I am so singing travel songs tomorrow.

Monty and Morgion 009 : Navel Gazing

09Aug02 (Monthenor): Heh. This comic reminds me all over again of what a total idiot Yorda is. Well, it looks like we might have a Wednesday comic next week after all. It's sorta in its last stages right now, and shake shake shake 8-Ball the outlook is good. More important than the comic, however, is the new culinary news. I have finally elduded the wiles of Food Satan and cooked something that was a success! Good thing, too, because spaghetti olio is my favoritest food ever. But all went well. Except some noodles got kinda cooked to the bottom of our non-stick pot, but they came off with soap. I attribute that to overfilling the pot with noodles, but damn if I didn't want my spaghetti olio NOW! And Morgion finished off the last of the Pepsi Blue, so now I am no longer tempted by that most vile substance. Gonna go prepare for the wedding trip tomorrow, which basically involves eating, playing games, and watching TV. Same routine as preparing for work, preparing for bed, and preparing for an IRS audit. Life is good.
08.09.200000002 (Morgion): Audit? What what what?! I swear, all of those charges to the GerbilMechs charge were completely legitimate! All business lunches and consulting fees! I have receipts! packing suitcase Maybe they're at the bottom here... underneath all these clothes. Oh, no, that's right, I left them in my other pants... at the airport. I'll just have to mozy over to Hector and get on the international flight to Guada Lumpur... I mean... to get my pants. Yes... So... am I the only one wondering about Wai's eyes? And how they're all vertical slits now but weren't earlier? Isn't that weird? I'm sure Grand Master Plot will answer all questions soon enough. Do you have a golden shovel? Because I have a golden shovel! It's sitting in my corner right now, and it looks very pretty. Ground breakings are fun. But they need more off camera time so I can bludgeon the administrators and bury them before anyone notices. All the slimy administrative types at the university attend, and it brings out the schmoose in me, which is mildly disturbing. Then I'm all oily, and need some skin cleanser. And an antibacterial wash; who knows what kind of germs are teeming on the skin of NDSU's Administration?
09Aug02 (Monthenor): WHAT? scramble click click click Where the -- what -- I don't -- pant pant pant That's pretty much the sequence of events when I read Morgion's comment about Wai's eyes. I knew deep down that I had been very, very careful to keep her eyes hidden in all of her previous appearances. Hell, most of the time she was just a shadow on that poor victim's psyche (mental note: can't keep calling her 'victim' much longer...)(mental note: that was out loud). So I got all worked up about nothing, dammit, and right before bed. I am so singing travel songs tomorrow.