drewtoothpaste (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} drewtoothpaste) wrote,@ 2006-04-18 11:30:00 |
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i'm a have to set it
So I had to have my spectacles adjusted yesterday, which is due to them rubbing on my head something awful. Which meant going to the mall. Here is when I recommend you go to the mall: After 8pm, on Monday. Also you can go, no, never mind, every other time sucks. 8pm on Monday is pretty much it.
Since we opened Married To The Sea it has been kind of busy around here, but, well, if your job is webcomics, step up to the plate and make webcomics. We have gotten a few MTTS shirts in so far and they will start shipping this week (ahead of schedule, thanks to our awesome printer) and you should know that if you've ordered a shirt it will ship April 25th or before. Just in case you're wondering "where is it". Since it is a new site we had to collect some orders before making the shirts, so we'd know which ones sold well and which ones didn't.
Speaking of which. When you get your Married to the Sea shirt, if you ordered one, you should get on the MTTS myspace page and post a picture of you wearing the shirt. You can post a few if you bought more than one shirt. I like to see how they look on people. There are only so many ways I can put a t-shirt on my own body.
Do you know what myspace is? It is a website where everyone I know is on it, my whole entire peer group uses this to communicate even though some of us are "post-thirty", and you can look up everyone you went to high school with. In my book, it is a good site. Sometimes I click on a page and it fills my browser with flashing stars and I can't read the text and then it crashes my computer, but that's not any worse than the rest of the internet. The idea that everyone you know has a personal web page assigned to them is proof to me that writing things on the internet is now extremely normal. These days I can ask people to email me without getting dirty looks like I asked them to fax me handwritten letters rather than call.
The reason for having b-sides is that I draw pictures all during the week and then every so often I collect them and load them into my site. Then there are some left over, because I bring the webcomics pain every day at midnight (actually 12:05 but that doesn't sound as cool.) "Atkins yum yum" I don't know. I just don't know what happened there. What does that even mean.
I saw the scrabble club out and about the other day. It always looks like a documentary about outsider artists or something. There is one guy who talks too fast and another with aggressive aviator sunglasses and a renaissance faire lady. That is just how the scrabble club rolls. They have secret codes. "10-12" is code for "check out that lemon cheesecake in the display case".
10-22: Mountain dew running low.
10-46: Breaker one nine, breaker one nine, come back aviator guy. Breaker breaker, aviator, you got your ears on. We got some smokeys in the northwest quadrant of the board, let's roll on up and teach them about a triple word score, over.
10-51: Request dictionary backup.
10-58: Star Wars showing tonight at my house, repeat, Star Wars time at my house.
I'm not unfairly biased against Star Wars or people who watch it. I was simply born after it was released. My first and last experience with actually watching this movie was watching about half of it on a top-loading VCR when I was 8. My family had an obsessive numbering system for VCR tapes (just think about this the next time you wonder where my darts come from.) Star wars was number 8, and I was 8. I felt this was fortuitous but I didn't like the movie. Maybe the tracking was off.
Or maybe it was just mind-numbingly boring.
I drew that last year, so it says 2005, but yeah, still don't care. I am not going to say anything to you if you like this movie, because IT IS RETARDED TO ARGUE WITH PEOPLE OVER THEIR PERSONAL TASTE IN MOVIES OR MUSIC OR BOOKS, but I couldn't post that without some prelude and epilogue, because I don't want the scrabble club jumping me the next time I am out walking around the Short North without my bodyguard.
10-87: Star Wars hater sighted. Renaissance Faire Lady, you distract him with your crystals. Aviator Guy, you perch on top of Coldstone Ice Cream-Cookie Mash-Uppery and use one of your collection of sixteen guns to take him out.
The scrabble club practices an aggressive policy of pre-emptive murder in the case of people who do not like Star Wars.
10-98: JESUS CHRIST RUN IT'S THE SCRABBLE CLUB
So I had to have my spectacles adjusted yesterday, which is due to them rubbing on my head something awful. Which meant going to the mall. Here is when I recommend you go to the mall: After 8pm, on Monday. Also you can go, no, never mind, every other time sucks. 8pm on Monday is pretty much it.
Since we opened Married To The Sea it has been kind of busy around here, but, well, if your job is webcomics, step up to the plate and make webcomics. We have gotten a few MTTS shirts in so far and they will start shipping this week (ahead of schedule, thanks to our awesome printer) and you should know that if you've ordered a shirt it will ship April 25th or before. Just in case you're wondering "where is it". Since it is a new site we had to collect some orders before making the shirts, so we'd know which ones sold well and which ones didn't.
Speaking of which. When you get your Married to the Sea shirt, if you ordered one, you should get on the MTTS myspace page and post a picture of you wearing the shirt. You can post a few if you bought more than one shirt. I like to see how they look on people. There are only so many ways I can put a t-shirt on my own body.
Do you know what myspace is? It is a website where everyone I know is on it, my whole entire peer group uses this to communicate even though some of us are "post-thirty", and you can look up everyone you went to high school with. In my book, it is a good site. Sometimes I click on a page and it fills my browser with flashing stars and I can't read the text and then it crashes my computer, but that's not any worse than the rest of the internet. The idea that everyone you know has a personal web page assigned to them is proof to me that writing things on the internet is now extremely normal. These days I can ask people to email me without getting dirty looks like I asked them to fax me handwritten letters rather than call.
The reason for having b-sides is that I draw pictures all during the week and then every so often I collect them and load them into my site. Then there are some left over, because I bring the webcomics pain every day at midnight (actually 12:05 but that doesn't sound as cool.) "Atkins yum yum" I don't know. I just don't know what happened there. What does that even mean.
I saw the scrabble club out and about the other day. It always looks like a documentary about outsider artists or something. There is one guy who talks too fast and another with aggressive aviator sunglasses and a renaissance faire lady. That is just how the scrabble club rolls. They have secret codes. "10-12" is code for "check out that lemon cheesecake in the display case".
10-22: Mountain dew running low.
10-46: Breaker one nine, breaker one nine, come back aviator guy. Breaker breaker, aviator, you got your ears on. We got some smokeys in the northwest quadrant of the board, let's roll on up and teach them about a triple word score, over.
10-51: Request dictionary backup.
10-58: Star Wars showing tonight at my house, repeat, Star Wars time at my house.
I'm not unfairly biased against Star Wars or people who watch it. I was simply born after it was released. My first and last experience with actually watching this movie was watching about half of it on a top-loading VCR when I was 8. My family had an obsessive numbering system for VCR tapes (just think about this the next time you wonder where my darts come from.) Star wars was number 8, and I was 8. I felt this was fortuitous but I didn't like the movie. Maybe the tracking was off.
Or maybe it was just mind-numbingly boring.
I drew that last year, so it says 2005, but yeah, still don't care. I am not going to say anything to you if you like this movie, because IT IS RETARDED TO ARGUE WITH PEOPLE OVER THEIR PERSONAL TASTE IN MOVIES OR MUSIC OR BOOKS, but I couldn't post that without some prelude and epilogue, because I don't want the scrabble club jumping me the next time I am out walking around the Short North without my bodyguard.
10-87: Star Wars hater sighted. Renaissance Faire Lady, you distract him with your crystals. Aviator Guy, you perch on top of Coldstone Ice Cream-Cookie Mash-Uppery and use one of your collection of sixteen guns to take him out.
The scrabble club practices an aggressive policy of pre-emptive murder in the case of people who do not like Star Wars.
10-98: JESUS CHRIST RUN IT'S THE SCRABBLE CLUB
