Should be a worldwide holiday.

Happy 387th anniversary of the Defenestration of Prague!

Consider yourselves festively defenestrated. Yes, every last one of you. And Brian twice.

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4 U we got all monomial

You trippin', homes? I be all about tha fly polynomials now. Represent.

(me == nerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd.)

My thumb hurts from playing Katamari Damacy too much.

So I'm hitting the archives of Elf Life, wondering what happened to it after I stopped reading.

When did Messr. Fire go back and change a bunch of the dialogue of the old strips? And, perhaps more importantly, how much of a dork am I that I'm now going through both the real archive and a Waybacked copy from years ago to see what changes were made?

The Wyckford Saga Continues

Well, mecha and mechamom went to talk to apartment complex management about all the shit we've been having to put up with. Y'know, the drunken parties that go on long past midnight, the slamming doors and screaming domestic fights, the large dog kept locked in a bathroom where it whimpers and howls for hours on end basically every single day, all that good stuff.

Apparently first the office woman threatened to throw them out of the office. Then she obliquely threatened Sarah and Ted's tenancy (in, if you'll recall, another apartment in this same complex). By all accounts she was furious that anyone would come to her with complaints about their neighbors.

Also, apparently the fact that the disposal keeps clogging is all my fault. You see, I have been using it incorrectly. It MUST NOT EVER be asked to deal with pasta. Or vegetables of ANY KIND. Mecha says that when she was asked what, exactly, the disposal WAS for, the office woman responded...

Bread crumbs.

Just bread crumbs.



.....

So. Yeah.