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[napoleonherself]

Gave my oral. Went okay. Buzan says he'll prolly gimme an A-. Said my thesis wasn't tight enough. Ah, well, I knew that.

What cracked me up was the whole business card escapade... I mentioned them offhand to Amy (name means nothing to you; that's okay), and suddenly everyone in the room wanted one. I actually went through all the cards I had on me. And Buzan didn't get one! Gasp! Ah, well. Someone will prolly find the strip where I drew a fakenBuzan, and they'll tell him all about it.

Oh, and I saw a llama! An actual, real, live llama! It was in someone's yard, eating from their tree. And I swear it was real! I saw its head move!

llamallamallamallamallamallamallamallamallamallamallamallama

I should prolly draw a strip today, since right now I'm two behind instead of just one. Feh. Stupid oral.

Comments

[moe4eyed.livejournal.com]

The fakenBuzan was the guy that only wanted to drink Coke products, right?

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Yup, that's the one.

Plus there's a couple faken versions of students there, but they might not recognize themselves, as it is only backs of heads.

[moe4eyed.livejournal.com]

I know that this is needlessly nit-picky, but in the fakenBuzan strip, he requests a Dr Pepper and then talks about how hard it is to get Coke products. Dr Pepper is Pepsi. The Coke equivalent to Mr. Pibb.

I just get oddly bothered by things of that nature. Don't ask me why.

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

That may very well be. I myself have no idea what's what brand, except that my poison of choice is basically watered-down Mountain Dew, which is itself a Pepsi product. But accordion to Buzan, Dr. Pepper is Coke, and so I chose to exist in his reality when writing that strip.

And *asks you why*

[moe4eyed.livejournal.com]

Well, it goes back to this time when I was in 6th grade and the teacher was talking about the War of 1812...

Oh, forget it. I'm just a prick in that sense.

[ryl.livejournal.com]

Lots of people around here raise llamas. And ostriches. One of my high school teachers lived on an ostrich farm. How cool is that!

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Very cool, that's how cool!