Friday, May 30th, 2008
Operation: Meltdown - Rain in Buckets
Jesus Creeping Shit.
Of all the days, it had to be this one. Zeus and God put a bet on it, and someone paid off Loki to fuck me.
Yesterday, around 4p.m., I was terminal. Whatever I had for lunch was fighting on the western front, and no small part of my cranium was threatening to explode violently. I came home in a total delerium, ready to vomit myself unconscious. But the comic.
The comic had to Go Up.
Sweet crap, that was all I needed, was to be on my floor, shitting and puking, while Axe pounded his monitor and cursed my name. Fortunately a long, zombie nap brought me back from the brink; enough time for me to hastily inform Axe that the reaper was hiding in my bathroom, and I would be out of communication for who knows how long.
But Axe is a solid QB, and didn’t need me to run the ball in. The inking got done, the comic went up. The only missing piece were the words that adorn the bottom half of the friggin’ site. I awoke this morning, prepared to gut through my worsening illness and make something up.
And that’s when my windows partition vomited into my mouth, and boot camp told me to fuck myself. Good Times.
I would make my comments about the weather a post script, but I’ve already lined up a delightful quote for that, so let me just say: Fuck Rain. Thank you, and goodnight…
p.s.
“Never trust any technology more complicated than the knife and fork!” - Jubal Harshaw
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