hello friends

I actually care enough to change the userpic on the entry for once. Look, a cute vole. When I was making this userpic I remember thinking that Chris would like it. You know what? I bet he would. Voles are just that awesome. And cute.

From AIM a little while ago:
[01:48:52] The Jennybork: YOU
[01:48:54] The Jennybork: ENTERTAIN ME
[01:49:00] [16-year-old e-friend]: ALRIGHT
[01:49:03] [16-year-old e-friend]: -strips-
[01:49:12] [16-year-old e-friend]: HOW IS THAT?
[01:49:15] The Jennybork: Um. I think you just made me a criminal.

My brain is getting slowly used to the idea that my time with Chris is a thing of the past, that "never again" really DOES mean "no, seriously, NEVER EVER AGAIN". It is kind of terrifying. I guess it's necessary so I can heal and get on with my life and whatever else, but it's still kind of terrifying. Jenny, comfortably in a relationship and lookin' forward to gettin' married someday, is gone. Now there is only Zuuluh er I mean Jenny who is livin' the single life and not enjoying it at all. Also Zuul NO DAMMIT NO ZUUL AND I AM STILL NOT THE GATEKEEPER¹

I thought Valentine's day was stupid and pointless last year, and the year before, and the year before, and so on. This year I am probably going to be extra-emo about its stupidness to boot, because I am all alone and so on. Blarg. It is probably a good sign that I am terribly annoyed by all the emo. It means I am not entirely soaking in it anymore.

On Saturday I will be falling off the Internet for a while. Someone will be coming down here to get me and take me back up to Indy, either to mechamom's or mechasister's. I don't know how long I'll be gone; certainly at least until the 2nd of January, and maybe not for a few days after that. I'll have my cell so I can make phoneposts if I need to, though, and those of you that know the number, if for some reason you feel that you cannot go a second longer without getting my unique perspective on life, feel free to call.

Sean, you can't have the number. I'm just sayin' before you ask. So don't bother. MAYBE IF YOU WERE NOT SUCH A JERK THINGS WOULD BE DIFFERENT; FEEL FREE TO TAKE THAT TRIP TO HELL NOW

I finally updated my comics link list after like two months of not getting around to it. Although I'm pretty sure that I left something off, even if I can't remember what it was. All of those comics are good, and deserve your eyeballs.

I had chicken barbecue pizza for dinner tonight. I ordered it online and then like an hour and twenty minutes later Mad Mushroom FINALLY called and said that they had just gotten the fax in, but I told them I still wanted it, 'cause I did. When I eventually got it, I ate half of it all at once. Pizza tastes even more delicious when you've been starvin' for three hours! Especially when it is just about the best chicken barbecue pizza you can get in all of Bloomington, a town well-known for its multifarious pizzarias.

Whipped out We Love Katamari today, and managed to finally get past Bright on the firefly stage. Good stuff. I am debating whether to give GTA:SA another try; I'm currently stuck on three different mission strands, but even if I can't pass any missions, I can still run around San Andreas stealin' cars, cappin' fools, and pimpin' hos. Technology betters all our lives!

That's about it, I think.

1. Mainly referring to the three-parter linked here. Man, what is it with me and weird little pagey thingies involving mythical evilish creatures.²
2. See, 'cause I also did this in August 2004.

I like cheese.

Oh yeah, the pig thing.

So basically there is this YPP forum contest that you can read about here, and I finally finished my entry. It is here.

Warning: extreme cute ahead.

So mechamom is going to sell some crafty type stuff at the "pottery fest" coming up next weekend. And she decided to claim that she has a company, and named it Peaches, after Sarah and Ted's dog. And because artisty type people exist to serve others (HAY HAN YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT), she asked me to make a logo for her imaginary company.

The logo had to have... a puppy. Peeking around a basket of peaches.

The puppy was expected to be "happy".

Groan.

Needless to say, I prefer to believe that what you see below is not a puppy, but is in fact an evil alien that looks like a harmless Earth puppy, crouching in preparation to spring into action and rip off the viewer's head. Like the Invader Zim episode "Plague of Babies" only not.



Supposedly I am to print this out and give it to her, and I'm not sure what she'd do with the printout after that. I think I'll hold off on making hard copies since I don't want to get into a variation of the "scan in photographs, throw away the originals, print out the scans, then later scan the two-inch-high inkjet-printed copies back in again for archiving" mindset she has.

Fnord.

     
     
     
  

  

...not true, actually. For you see, I finally have... a scanner.

As celebration, have a picture of Batman delivering a flying kick to a generic Lovecraftian obscenity.

12 pages done (still not inked). No idea how I'll make the plot stretch another 12 pages.

Maybe I should have an obligatory random jawa.

5 pages done and a pretty good idea of where I'm going.

Take that, arbitrary time limits.

We'll ignore the fact that technically I still need to ink those five pages.