Entries from October 2005 ↓
October 13th, 2005 — webcomics
I’ve been busting my tailfeathers lately on a new project, which is turning out pretty well so far, all things considered. Theo and I are making a serious attempt at a three-day-a-week webcomic. Perhaps you remember “La Casa Comics” from back in the day, when we had it hosted on Zhonka. This is similar, but oh so much better. First off, we’re running it off blogger, but trying to make it look like it’s not being run off blogger. As lead web mechanic of this endeavor, I don’t know how well that turned out, yet, but I think it looks pretty good. It’s a work-in-progress, and rest assured, it will be tweaked, continuously, until it looks the way I want it to look; and I have some fabulous ideas. For now, it’s simple and functional, and it doesn’t look half bad. I’ve been learning a lot of css as I go, the last couple days. Now when I dream, I try to set the max-width so I don’t miss anything, but get frustrated when my dreams switch to an IE interface and max-width isn’t supported.
Read the comic and enjoy. It WILL be updated every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We may also update on Sunday. I hope you become a regular, and please leave us some comments and let us know what you think about the comic, or any particular strip. We would like to do this, and we would like to do it right.
Without further ado: La Casa Comics.
October 12th, 2005 — humor, personal
Subject: To all the “Heathens” I love so well
Sent: Wed, 12 Oct 2005 14:03:01 -0700 (PDT)
Friends:
I’m sure that many of you have already felt the all-encompassing love of Our Noodley Lord, but I wanted to take a moment…to give testimony.
I was 29 when I felt the first stirrings of the FSM at work in me. Brother O’Donnell had passed along Our Lord’s message of hope and healing, but at first I turned away from the light of His Starchy Magnificence. No doubt it was the stony hand of the No-Carb lifestyle that still clutched at my breast, weighing down my soul, as the paperweight doth weigh down important documents, such as receipts and power bills and pornography. But no sooner did I look upon the tangled wonder that is His Noodleness than the scales fell from my eyes! Yea, though I walked through the Valley of the Shadow of High Protein Diets, I would certainly fear no empty calories. No longer, friends! I have felt the Touch of His Noodly Appendage, and smelled the smell of his Refreshing, Tomato-Based, Sauce-like Covering. Surely, it is the smell of Salvation.
Please, friends. Follow me along the path. Your first step begins here: http://www.venganza.org/
May you all find the peace that I did. And perhaps buy a t-shirt.
Cheers, Sister Rachel, O.F.S.M.S.M (Order of the Flying Spaghetti Monster Sisters of Mercy)
PS - Thanks again to Brother O’Donnell for showing me the way to the light.
October 10th, 2005 — humor, music
That’s right kids, it’s Bananaphone Monday! Chock full of scrumptious links for your viewing enjoyment, high in potassium and zaniness!
First up to bat: Bananaphone gets a South Park remix.
Next up, we fly back to the 60s for a little spoken word.
Sad, really. Follow that with my favorite of the “bunch”. A sadistic, bananaphone flash movie!
May cause seizures.
Badger Badger Badger, Bananaphone!
I really don’t understand. I really don’t.
A brief respite from Bananaphone. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
And here is some llamaness.
llamallamaduck
October 7th, 2005 — humor, work
I look forward to explaining this to my own children one day. Or perhaps to my cats. Or plants. Or just to the wall. I have commitment issues.
So today has started off well. So far, all before lunch, I have:
Applied WD-40 to the wheels of library carts, thus streamlining them for the new millenium. Of course, I had to ride each one down the hill behind the library to make sure the annoying squeaks and squeals were “completely gone”. Aside from one of the wheels flying off, hurtling me to my doom, it went pretty well.
Pointed one “community” member in the direction of the public library because, “Hell no you can’t use our computers for your nefarious deeds, you freeloading smu-dent hating … freeloader.” Boy, I told them.
Located with celeritous alacrity three(3!) literature reviews on aids stigmas for one(1!) very cute smu-dent. I know I make it sound easy, but give it a shot. That’s what I thought.
Talked down a student who was in a frantic state over her network account:
Me: “Calm down, it’s going to be okay. We can reset your password.”
Stu: “It’s not even worth it. You know what? I just can’t … I just … it’s not even worth it. I don’t care anymore, anyway. I mean … I just. I have to go, I have to go now.”
Me: “Look, look at me. It’s all right. I’m here with you, we’ll get through this together. Your account was locked out, but look, I unlocked it for you. See, all better. Now, all you have to do is enter a new password, here and here. It’ll be all right.”
Student begins typing in a new password
Me: “It has to be between six and fourteen characters, and it can’t be the same as any of your previous five passwords.”
Stu: “What!? What!!! Oh my god, oh my fucking god, I can’t deal with this. This is just … oh god! How many? Okay, what? Six … fourt … ummm, I can’t, wait … no, okay.”
Student enters in the word “god”. It doesn’t work.
Me: “No, look, it has to be between six and fourteen-”
Stu: “Fuck you! You know what, fuck you! I don’t need this! You’re supposed to HELP me! Fuck … you know what, just fuck you!”
Student killed me with a computer monitor and stormed out, crying.
So okay, I guess that didn’t go so well.
Frolicked. After which I lifted a building. You know, just for fun.
After lunch. Well, I have big plans for after lunch.
Secret plans …
October 5th, 2005 — poetic, work
It’s a daytime stress case,
dialing for rebates,
trying to find the line between the bars
and in the suitcase.
A workplace gossip mop-up,
clean the shit out and let’s stop it,
talk up the values they deny you,
because only you supply you,
and they should watch it if they try you:
you’ve got the HADOKEN like Ryu.
Take it away, take it away.
We never had it anyway.
There’s no time to lose,
you’ve paid your dues,
they’ve taken their toll and now you’ve got to choose;
’cause life’s not a balance of the good and bad,
and if you let them sell you then you’ve been had,
if you can’t get even, then just get glad,
’cause life’s too short to just stay mad.
Take it away, take it away.
We never had it anyway.
It’s not a story with a happy ending,
because nothing ends while we’re still sending;
so take this bit of advice I’m lending,
you’ll never stand straight if you keep on bending.
So stand up straight and stand up right,
and rage against the dying light;
you know you got skills straight out of sight,
why keep them caged until the night?
Take it away, take it away.
We never had it anyway.
Take it away, take it away.
We didn’t want it anyway.
