5/20/2001:

The solo ride continues... This is a strip I've always found really funny but Sil never did. So I'm indulging myself.

It wasn't until I started rummaging through unused scripts that I realized how much drek she kept me from printing. Sorry, readers. :-) Speaking of drek... Scrubs has gotten its first bad review! Well, that I know about. Anyway, Martha from Camera Angles says on her comic reviews page: "So far, I'm not too impressed with the strip. It seems to be another cookie-cutter 'college kids write a strip about themselves' strip. Decent artwork, a few good strips, but nothing out of the ordinary." It's interesting to see which comics she does like and doesn't. I mean, Angst Technology as another "Eh So-So Comic"? While PVP is a great one? That's insane to me. But hey, it's her webspace, she's entitled to her opinion. I guess if we got into the same category as Angst... we're doing something right.

So, about today's nothing out of the ordinary strip, it's sort of the beginning to a storyline. It's not really taken from real life currently. I'm ashamed to say that I've been running myself too ragged with other commitments to really search for dates. Hey, what happened to that old adage of "once you stop looking, you'll find someone?" That's utter bull. My school's not really the best place to whine about dating woes, because other engineers tell me, "Hey, at least you've dated this year."

The girl this was inspired by is real however (I'm not that sad yet). I'm not sure if she still reads the strip but I'll go out on a limb and assume she doesn't. She has no nickname... because she was the first girl I ever crushed on here in college. I met her in the first week of school, before classes even started. I fell so hard. I know, I know, you're saying it was the rush of being away from home, out on my own, freshman crush, etc.

But I tell you, every time I talk to this girl, I still get the same rush. When I do talk. Usually, the part of my brain that I rely upon to come up with quickwitted quips and zany perspectives on life just shuts off, leaving me with just enough limbic system to breathe and converse in a stilting stuttering mess. More on her with the next installment.

Links:

Spaz Labs is really cool. I love his art style, characters, and site design.

How cool do the new PS2 games at E3 look? I haven't had the time to even play mine in ages, but hopefully things'll be better next quarter. This summer, I'll be in California so I guess my dad gets to use my PS2 while I'm gone.

Song time. Matthew Sweet's Sick of Myself which isn't as obscure a song as I'd like, but here's the acoustic version. Remember when there was an acoustic version of everything?

song removed for space...

You don't know how you move me
Deconstruct me
And consume me
I'm all used up
I'm out of luck
I am starstruck
By something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive

chorus: But I'm sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and true
In a world that's ugly and a lie
It's hard to even want to try
And I'm beginning to think Baby you don't know

I'll take or leave
The room to breathe
The choice to leave you
I'll throw away
A chance at greatness
Just to make this
Dream come into play, I don't know if I'll find a way

chorus

I'm beginning to think Baby you don't know
There's something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive

chorus

Geek update, I tracked down the technical difficulty that keeps me from using the XSLT engine on the server backend. It's nothing I can really get around: I'm only allowed to run processes in 8 MB of virtual memory and Java wants 10-12 to do the XSLT. Argh! I'm trying to think if I'll have access to some other machine for the entire summer that can run this thing.

-Kip