Grr

So, I’m arguing with the scanner.  (I thought these days were over.)  Since I’m helpless without Robert on these sorts of things, I probably won’t be able to get it sorted out until after he gets home.  But it’s also municiple elections today, so I’ll likely go do that and then do the comic.  So it’ll be up, just later this evening.  (Which is probably more like early morning for most of you.)

Until then, enjoy this rather impressive and probably inexpensive music video.  Fun and good exercise!

UPDATE:

First off, Robert and I are singing Lion King songs to Aaron.  I don’t know why.  It just happened.

Second, after downloading, updating, running, rebooting, waiting for planets to align, and sacrificing a small goat, the scanner spontaneously decided to start working.  (I think it was because Robert was in the room and I swore up and down I could NOT get it to work.) So, have a comic.

Second and a halfth, my husband and I have joined forces to decide what the next comic series will be.  And it will be so nerdy that IT WILL BLOW YOUR MINDS.  Guesses are welcome, if you feel so inclined.

Third, it is the anniversary of the invention of the bar code.  Happy birthday, bar code.  (Am I the only one who goes to the Google title image to see what holiday it is?)

Fourth, I signed up for NaNoWriMo today!  So, come December, you all might get to see some chapter of that.  (I hate letting people read things I’m still working on.  Ask my poor husband.)

Fifth, thanks to everyone who sent their condolences about the subaquatic crawlspace.

And finally, this laptop shall henceforth be known as GULLIVER.

Noooooooo!

Alas!  Whilst upon the brink of triumph, trouble was brewing underfoot.  In the basement, to be specific.  A pipe eroded and exploded, submerging our crawlspace and my family’s stuff in three feet of water.  (Robert and I rent his parents’ house while they’re down in Juneau and sublet the room to a bunch of savage animals called ’single men’;  we’re largely responsible for making sure they don’t break the shower, dent the ceiling, and set the floor on fire.  OH WAIT.  Well, at least we make sure the rent gets paid on time.  OH WAIT.  Sigh.) So, not only did we have to deal with all that over my precious, precious weekend, my parents-in-law are coming up this week to survey the damage and decide what to do with the damaged stuff from downstairs, much of it having a great deal of sentimental value, no doubt.  So I’ve been frantically cleaning my house at every moment my child will let me set him down, in a desperate attempt to win their approval, which I feel is constantly in jeopardy.  (Must be an in-law thing, because they’re actually really nice people.)  Yesterday I was watching the other baby and then today I was watching two small children while their parents painted their house.  Today was further occupied by taking my perfectly trusting and loving child in to some mean old quack who made his lackey stab his legs repeatedly and shove things in his mouth.  (Two-month appointment = immunizations)  Furthermore, IT SNOWED!  First snow!  Woo-hoo!

So, the crawlspace thing is still not sorted through entirely.  It would probably be unfair of me to tell you to expect an update by Thursday, or probably even next Tuesday.  Sorry.  Life has struck again.  Boo.

Overpowering Coolness

Guess who got a new laptop?  Moi.  Hubby’s is in the mail, but I got one quicker and cheaper.  Why?  ‘Cause Chris is my new favorite housemate.  Now I  just need to get it all hooked up to the scanner and live happily ever after.  Just thought you all should know so that I have no excuses when I don’t update next Tuesday.

Now I just need to figure out a name.  Lappy?  Hal?

Wow

I actually did it.

Er…

So, I got back from rugby practice feeling pretty beat up.  And feeling like I’ve gone through a meat grinder isn’t very condusive to creativity.  One of my brothers kindly offered to do a guest comic, despite not reading the comic and getting nothing more than a rough description of three characters, and so I happily spent my time taking an unreasonably long and hot shower and doing my darnedest to pop an eardrum with a Q-tip.  The thing is… he was also doing chemistry homework at the time.  And, of course, education takes precedence over moronic , occassionally blasphemous, silliness.  So… it is now 11:47 at night, there is no comic drawn, no art sketched, no creative writing creatively written, and the computer that I can hook up to the scanner leaves the house at five a.m.; catch my drift?  There might not be a comic Thursday.  Should that be the case, I’ll do double-duty next Tuesday, unless another disaster strikes.  I’m going to just apologize in advance, because, let’s face it, I’m a lazy bum that doesn’t deal well with deadlines.  Sorry!