Sigh...
We have a few comics waiting to be uploaded. They are in Redfield's possession. However, a string of unfortunate circumstances has prevented this, including Redfield's computer malfunctioning and then his dog becoming extremely sick.
I know we've taken longer breaks than this at the StrokeCity site, but it's still really annoying when we have comics just sitting around waiting to be uploaded and can't. Sure, I could color the comics myself and then have Redfield come over and show me how to upload everything yet again, but what, am I made of time or something? GEEZ! Quit smothering me! I'm going to Moe's.
Luckily, we've been generating a lot of ideas for comics. One (being me) can only hope that things clear up soon and we can get some comics up.
Can you all say, "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease Redfield"?
=WJ=
Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Sunday, September 30, 2007 at 1:24 PM
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And the blame goes to...
So, I'm sitting here trying to draw a comic when I hear the neighbor's little girls playing in their backyard. They're rattling off phrases like, "Oh, my Gawd," "Work it girl," and "Whatever!" I hope I don't need to explain why this is such a depressing thing. They don't talk like this all the time, so they're obviously not stupid, but I fear that after a few more years of social conditioning via the mass media and a lack of intervention from their parents, these girls will indeed grow up to be morons.
Another issue: Girls, are you out there all wearing deodorant? I'm all for equality and don't mean this an any sorta gender-biased way. I believe in cleanliness and good hygiene for both sexes, and even for transgender folk as well. But twice now I've been sitting in class next to some girl, and suddenly the stench of body odor wafts by (at first I thought it might be me, but nope, I just smell like Axe Phoenix). However, once these girls get up and leave the smell is gone, so I'm pretty sure it's them. The first time it happened, I thought it was just the one girl. Now, a second one has appeared in a different class on a different day with a similar odor-based affliction. What gives, Girlies?
Aw, Christ-mas! Now one of those neighbor girls is uttering, "Oh yeah, baby! Give it to me!" I really really hope they're just playing Christmas or Birthday or reenacting some other wholesome, traditional event that involves presents.
Sometimes I really hate this culture of ours.
-WJ
(We're supposed to put a comic up soon if only Redfield would come online and write one with me. He's supposed to go in for an opperation tomorrow, so I guess we should cut him some slack, but honestly, how many excuses has that guy got?)
Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Monday, September 17, 2007 at 5:57 PM
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Absence Defines Existence<=some postmodern BS
Hey Kids!
So Redfield was called "back East" for the majority of the weekend to handle family matters. As I watched him pull his luggage from the trunk of my car at the Delta section of the airport, I was already aware that there would be no comic posting for the majority of the week.
However, there is a chance that we will have some fun stuff up by Friday/Saturday/Sunday-ish. Until Redfield's return, I'm content to let myself get bogged down with books and late assignments in the time-energy sink hole that has become my current academic career. It sucks. But I'm only a year away from freedom.
Oh, one cool thing! A group of fellow writing students from my CSUSM Lit department got together on Sunday at Tom Gibblins pub to discuss everything from writing to...well, literature. However, after a few whiskey-and-cokes for me and some lemon-drop martinis for the ladies, we were well on our way to simply ranting about the odd, eccentric, nerdy, or annoying folks we've had to put up with in class for the past 2-6 years. It felt really good to be part of a community, even if that community is really more of a mob purchasing pitchforks and lighting torches for some up-coming, impromptu celebration of bloody and unparalleled neurotic and antisocial--OOOO! I smell dinner!
Back later,
Maybe.
-WJ
(With a mouth full of food, "What? Oh yeah, sure sure! Burn it all down.")
Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Tuesday, September 11, 2007 at 5:41 PM
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WoRD JuMbLe!@#%&*!
Man, I feel like a punching bag.
...if a punching bag was so tired of doing schoolwork that it lay around eating Tai food and watching the Simpsons. After this, I have 40 something pages of Wollstonecraft's A Vindication of the Rights of Woman to read. It ain't bad, but it's DENSE. That lady really knew how to pack it in good and tight.
The Office is so awkwardly funny, it pains me. Not new news or anything, but still the truth. My friend Crutchie and his woman Meggie invited me over to watch the 3rd season on dvd with them. Painful hilarity. (Oh shiz! We used to have Office watching Thursday mini-parties with Punz from MotA!)
Reflection of the week: It is hard when someone likes you and you think they're a great friend, but you just don't like them back. I know that sounds way high school and I should have learned how to cope with this type of situation a long time ago, but as Grandpa Simpson proved, it doesn't get easier just cause you're older.
I was gonna explain what led up to that reflection, but WTF am I doing? This is a comic site! We'll have more comic-like .jpgs up for you by the end of the week. Redfield just keeps gettin drunk, sorry, silly, with his MJ while I'm forced to do work. What the hell happened to the world? When did everything get all topsy-turvey and upside-down and inverted. Wait, do those two things together make it right side up again? Fukc you. Sorry, i'm tired. Did I mention that?
I might even get a job.
Imagine that.
That is...
INSANE!
^That's what Redfield has to deal with from me all the time. No wonder he drinks. YES, more content will be coming. NO, it won't suck as much as it has. MAYBE, I am lying cause I don't really know.
LATER
-WJ
(I want to have a Flamming Dr. Pepper too! : (
Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Wednesday, September 5, 2007 at 10:04 PM
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