.: Just got home from work, a grueling 14 hour day.  Grueling because it started at 3am, and there was fucking shit to do the entire time. 

     Of course, it wasn't all bad.  I was able to finish the coloring on Jedi Jesus 002, and get it up on the comics page, which was a nice change of pace.  I mean, the fucking strip is on schedule, which is insane when you consider that I'm never on schedule with anything I promise on the interwubs. 

.:A while ago, like years and years ago, I once had this thing for this girl.  She was fun, funny and fairly cool.  It didn't really work out, like most of my relationships at the time-I was being heavily blocked by a faction of filthy, dirty psychotic girls who wanted me all to themselves, just not in any way that meant blowing dust off a condom wrapper.  I bumped into her a couple of times a few years ago.  Even had coffee once, and talked about her ex-husband who had the seriously unfortunate habit (apparently picked up from his family) of wiping his ass after taking a shit (no that's not the unfortunate habit), and then throwing the used, shitty toilet paper in the trash. 

    The bathroom trash.   Right in there.  Shit laden used toilet paper to share with the world.

    I wish I were kidding, and I must say that I think that this went far towards his being an "ex".

    So today, I was in the Hannafords (super-market) cashing my pay-check, when I saw her with some guy.  I hadn't seen her in years, and there she was with some guy who looked like he was a little soft in the head (but probably wasn't, I think that about almost everybody).  She looked really good.  Sounded really good.  Fuck, she even smelled really good. 

    So I ignored her.

    You see, that's the stupid shit I'm capable of.  Petty, shy or embarrassed, it's no excuse.  You should say hi to someone who has a giggle that makes you remember in one split second that you once really, really liked them, and why.

    So I suck.  And I'm comfortable sharing it.  That's what makes me a better person.  The whole innerwebs is like my fucking 12 step program.  If I see her again, I will say hello I think.

.:Speaking of 12 step programs and innerwebs:

    After some discussion with some folk, I want to state that you CAN NOT do re-hab or 12 step online.  You can get some support with your problem, sure. But if you're sitting in your room doing drugs or taking swigs of Jack Daniels between IM's, it doesn't count.

.:I really, really miss my girls.  

.:Finally, I will say that the new comic engine and possibly a new theme from scratch may be up this coming weekend.  Same with the Calendar, which I said last week and apparently LIED about. 

.:Go read Jedi Jesus or I will have cats shit on your keyboards.

    But not really.

    Because I don't have those resources.

AB 

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Up now.  Colored and all from the comfort of work, which is where I've been since 3am. I figure this to be an every

Check it out at http://www.ill-literates.com/comics 

As usual, comments welcome.  

AB 

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.: Well, I asked for it, eh? Things have been getting positively boring at work, almost to the point where personal grooming at my desk becomes an attractive option.  Even on the chilly days, things have been on the slow side. 

Well, this week so far has made up for everything that hasn't happened.  And it's only fucking Wednesday.

Frigid temps Sunday and Monday meant that there was a shit load of work to be done at KOSCO (which is an oil & lp supply and service company).  Then on top of a load of work Tuesday, it starts to fucking snow.

And snow.

And snow.

When I got home, I shoveled a couple of times, trying to keep ahead of it while waiting to hear from work that the night guy couldn't come in.  But I guess he did, since they never called. I finally went to bed at 11 (which is now late for me, I'm such a loser when it comes to work hours, starting at 6am, means up at 4:44am for me.  I like reading a chapter of my book on the can, and enjoy long, hot showers).

This morning. It rained. And poured. Turning the snow into slush and ice and fuck.

So work started out busy, when the network and the printer shit the bed.  That printer is the fucking heart of KOSCO.  All work comes off that printer.  They spent the morning trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong.  The afternoon trying to install a new printer. And a few minutes at the end of the day realizing that it was the network (which I had been saying all along) that was fucked.

Then I left.

And now I'm home.

And I post this hastily because I didn't want anyone to think I was on some extended lazy-ass hiatus.

And now I have work to do on the all new comic, all new comic engine and redesigning my site by coding from scratch.

As if I have that kind of fucking time.

Love,

AB 

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