Back to the Old Grind

I got back from my small Out of Town trip yesterday, technically. But then I had to attend an outdoor party for nine thousand hours. So I really didn't get anything done or even remotely situated until today.

The first thing I noticed when I stepped back into Interland is that my computer failed to repair itself in my absence. I am fairly disappointed but not exactly surprised. However, either I am getting used to the endless pop up advertisements, or they are actually coming less frequently. In which case, my computer IS fixing itself and I will buy it a gift and give it a hug if that is the case.

Go, computer! Go! Go! Beat this thing! <3

In other news, I have been having fun with my OMGJ Brethren at another forum. Which is almost like leaving your interhome to go out into public, or possibly take a vacation, or maybe it's like visiting someone else's house. I'm not really sure, but sometimes it's nice to break up the monotony of being around your own home forum, you know. There has been a little residual interdrama that is very middle school. It's a good time.

I am probably going to try to write an article tonight (GASPO). Madness, I know. But it's about time, I guess. I feel like being kind and generous to Jeremy, as he is currently a monster of anger and bad thoughts. And as I am his friend, I feel compelled to do something nice for him.

I'm nifty sometimes.

Oh, yes. And I wish my dear friend Kevin Flasch a wonderful birthday for today! <3 Yay!

For the Love of God

It has been one of the more aggravating days I've had in a long while. My computer, I think, may be dying. And it has these Issues. It's kind of an odd computer anyway. Well-used and such. It was Jeremy's old computer and it's needed some reinstalling for the past year and a half or so. And it's had so many worms and viruseseses that it's actually really sad. I think of it as having a double-limp and missing teeth and a glass eye and a stump for a hand. But it usually pulls through. So I hope it will this time.

Otherwise all is lost.

Also, my Internet Connection, which is shit anyway, has been extra-shit today. You see, I live out in the middle of nowhere, where high speed connections are a distant dream and it doesn't matter anyway because I live back a long driveway, so the installation fees would be insane. So we use this phone line which appears to be made of Kleenex Tissues, or perhaps a shoestring. And it has been raining today, so I guess it is dissolving.

These things have made it impossible for me to do things, though. Like send images. Or at least, it is horribly sporadic with them. So I don't think I'll be able to dress up like a telephone for some article Jeremy is writing, and that makes me a horrible person. The good news, though is that he did finally get my comic up. Hooray for that!

I am going away for a few days, hopefully. Starting tonight. I just need away from this house and this computer. Especially this computer. It gives me headaches just thinking about it.

Ugh.

:(

So Much To Do

As many of you may have noticed, we, as a site of people, are pretty slow to get things done. Updates take a little longer than they should because, you know, we just didn't feel like writing. Or something. Or I didn't have a comic for the past few months just because I didn't want to sit down and draw. Or Jeremy has a comic of mine and he just hasn't gotten around to putting it up...

Although right now it is apparently because he made a redesign on the main page, and he hasn't yet decided on HOW to present my comic link. So he just.. hasn't put it up at all. And I feel discouraged.

Other things that need done:

We need to work on the People Page again, as things have changed. Several of us are older. Several of us have different tasks. We also need to get the Store up and running. It is very close, you know. And just in time for the holiday season. Perfect gifts, these shirts. I think one of us should also write an actual Writers Submissions Guidelines page so that everything will be clear and you will just Know What To Do if you want to submit things... Yeah.. One of us should really write that... We should also figure out how to make the wonderful Devilspoon Webcomics into a fine feature. And I should make some changes in my Comic Section, so that it will include my comics as well as the new webcomics that aren't up yet..

I expect we may get all of these things finished within the next 8 months. Hopefully. For now, I would like to take a nap, maybe.

Age Weakens Me. It Weakens Us All.

So Fly and I were talking earlier about how we used to be mighty when we were young. We could eat all sorts of crazy foods and never suffer at all. Apparently tonight, he discovered that he could no longer swallow an entire box of those little candies known as Nerds. The pain.. it was too severe. And I could identify with him.

When I was in my mid-teens, I was well known for scoring a bag of like 200 Pixi Stix and eating them all. And I'd wash them down with like 3 bottles of Jolt Cola. And that was all I'd eat that day. And I was completely fine. I didn't even get cavities! I was surely some sort of king of hero astronaut popes.. or some other mighty person.

Also, when I was thirteen or so, I even developed my own drink called Thunder Charge, which was a mix of Jolt Cola, regular cola (either Coke or Pepsi, I cannot remember), vanilla ice cream or vanilla extract, and a whole fuckton of sugar. I could only drink it a little at a time before my vision doubled. I should have marketed it.

I should have done a lot of things.

However, nowadays, I can't eat even two Twinkies in a row without feeling like I am going to vomit endless amounts of liquid sugar for 5 hours. I also can't eat very hot things after I ate that marble-sized dollop of wasabi that one day when I was fairly hungry. I had a stomach ache for two days after that and haven't been the same since. Hell, it's even to the point where I get a not-so-good stomach reaction if I eat beef, the mildest of all meats next to the gentle chicken.

Sigh. I really want one of those gas station burritos now that I used to eat all the time. This talking of past dietary habits has given me a nostalgic hunger. I shall have to travel up to the PDQ Gas Station at the Hartland/Delafield, WI, exit again so that they can sell me a burrito. I will use their ghetto microwave, just like old times. Mmmm.

Oh - and since I have gotten at least one complaint from a person who enjoys my comics, complaining that I don't draw them often enough, I might as well state this publicly, where 2 readers and the other Staff Writers who already know this will read it:

I finished a comic on Monday. Jeremy just decided to put XV's parasite article up first for some reason. If you are going to take an angry revolution to the streets, take it to Jeremy's streets - not mine.

Yes.

Trapped

I feel unusually edgy today. It is one of those days where I want to go out and do something, or hang out with people I know, just get out of the house. But at the same time, I feel a thousand times too tired to even bother with it. It is one of those days that is best to sleep through if at all possible.

But when I sleep, I find that I dream nonstop. And this afternoon, when I woke up, the last thing I had said in my dream.. Well, the basic premise was that - okay, remember when everyone in America was always like "OMG - Japan owns all of the companies now! JAPAN OWNS AMERICA!" I think it was in the 1980s. Well, this dream had that kind of thing happening. Only it wasn't Japan. It was Brazil. And right before I woke up, I was saying in my dream, "Well, I for one welcome the gentle rule and handsome features of our Brazilian overlords." And then I woke up, practically mouthing the words as I opened my eyes.

They have full control of my mind.

Those crafty Brazilians. Always controlling something or other with their charms and healthy, fit bodies.

Achoo! bleeeuuuurgh...

I believe that having a cold, or any type of illness like this, has got to be one of the most annoying things on earth. Because you aren't really sick enough to stay in bed, or get much sympathy at all. But you ARE sick enough to wish you COULD stay in bed. However, if you did, and I actually could, being as I don't have an actual job to drag myself to or school or anything, - but if you did, you'd be in bed for like 2 weeks. And that shit's boring.

So instead you suffer through the days with a kleenex to your face. And a horrendous sounding voice which sounds as though it belongs to a smoker who's had a two pack a day habit for the last 43 years. Which is tremendously sexy, as you all well know.

And you are supposed to rest and drink plenty of fluids in order to feel better faster. And yet, you feel your worst when waking up in the morning. Because during the course of the night, your clogged nose forces you to breathe through your mouth which in turn dries out your entire head. Also, if you are particularly congested and have an active post nasal drip, you have one bastard of a sore throat. Also, when your head dries out, the stuffy nose snot that you weren't able to blow out because you were, you know, sleeping... It solidifies completely, adding at least 15 pounds to your sinus region. And you have to work and work and work with kleenex tissues until you start to feel like a human being again rather than a great big and unusually diseased looking cement block encased in pale sickly flesh.



My day is starting out beautifully.

Bloog

They really should have called blogs "bloogs" because it makes me lol when I say that. Well, not really lol as much as snicker a little. Blogs has the word "blah" in it... Kind of. Whereas a bloog would bring to mind the color blue. And blue is such a lovely color. Seas, the sky, Morning Glories, suffocating infants' lips, butterflies, Smurfs, crayons, my own eyes, and so on. These things are all as lovely as they are blue.

I have a new site-related job. Now I am expected to also pester XV and trev all day long so that they keep making entries in their own blogs. This should go well.

These are fun to keep. I had always scoffed at livejournals and blogs and just any form of online journal thing. You know, keeping a public diary for the whole world to read seems pretty annoying. However! These are hardly anything like that. I don't expect that we'll be saying anything personal about ourselves. And if we do, we deserve the painful mocking that we would receive.

This is more like a job! Yes, yet another job that we will be doing that we will not be getting paid for, even a little bit.

:(

Ooh! I frowned! I'm becoming bloggularly emo sooner than I had expected. Good times.

Work, Work, Work

I am making an entry while we are having an OMGJ Staff Meeting. These are always a hoot, as the kids say, because hardly anything ever gets done. Right now, Jeremy, xv bones, trev, and I are in an AIM Group Chat yelling things about Blogs. Jeremy has taken the initiative and has decided to let us all have one, which is all kinds of fun, I think.

We are being told that we can put anything we want into these things. So sorry, readers, but them's the Rules. Not like anyone but me will be reading these entries anyway. Disinterested fuckers!

<3

Behold, some evidence of why it is we aren't really painfully productive. This is us actually talking with the intent of getting shit done. Imagine how it is ordinarily then.

xvbones (5:27:36 PM): I am tormenting amanda with worms.
xvbones (5:27:39 PM): so many worms.
Amanda (5:27:47 PM): YOU ARENT EVEN SORRY YOU FUCKBASTARD
xvbones (5:27:49 PM): hello trev, would you like some worms?
trev (5:27:53 PM): tapeworms
xvbones (5:27:53 PM): HAHAHAHAHHAHA NO I AM NOT
xvbones (5:28:01 PM): i am a bastard
trev (5:28:01 PM): covered in lube and sin
Amanda (5:28:20 PM): that's all they can be covered with

OMGJeremy (5:28:30 PM): Do you want blogs that would need to be posted in on a fairly regular basis
xvbones (5:28:47 PM): define "fairly regularly"
Amanda (5:28:50 PM): i'm about to post in mine right now
Amanda (5:28:57 PM): i plan to DAILY or so
OMGJeremy (5:29:01 PM): every other day or so
trev (5:29:02 PM): i would post pictures of objects i find outside
xvbones (5:29:11 PM): Do they have to make sense?
Amanda (5:29:14 PM): but i will never say anything remotely worthwhile
OMGJeremy (5:29:15 PM): no
xvbones (5:29:22 PM): Solid. I'll take eleven.
trev (5:29:23 PM): can i post haikus about my organs?
OMGJeremy (5:29:34 PM): i don't really care
Amanda (5:29:40 PM): can i post haikus about trev's organs?
trev (5:29:43 PM): hello appendix
trev (5:29:47 PM): you have no useful purpose
trev (5:29:56 PM): get out of me, please
xvbones (5:29:57 PM): can I post haikus abaout amanda's haiku's about trev's organs?

And still it is going on. I probably should get back to looking in that window, again.

Oh Yeah

I forgot about this Blog business. Silly me.

Today, England wrote to regretfully inform me that I had not been shortlisted, and asked if I would please try again.

You see, some weeks ago, Trev convinced me that I wanted to participate in some English essay writing competition. And the question was something to the effect of: What should the Prime Minister do to encourage young people to be more interested and actually CARE about their country/politics/the government.

My response was something like: "I have four words for you: Free Ponies For Everybody."

Apparently, my solution is not good enough for England! Harrumph! There will be a day when they suddenly realize the mistake they have made in not listening to my Perfect Plan!