Two pages open up Chapter 42, The Answer.
Sorry it's not a really exciting couple of pages after all the time you guys have waited so patiently for me to get off my ass and finish drawing them. I had no idea pregnancy could play so much havoc with a daily schedule. I promise I'm going somewhere with it, though, and there will be more plot fireworks soon.
Anyway, on to the updatey goodness!
March 31, 2008
I woke up this morning with a massive crick in the neck, four huge paws digging into the small of my back, and an arrangement of Baby Elephant Walk straight out of the old Oregon TV show "Ramblin' Rod" playing nonstop in my head.
Jeez, that takes me back. We used to watch that show every damn morning it was on during the 80's. Terrible special effects, but it had hella cartoons.
The weird thing is, I had no idea that song was actually called Baby Elephant Walk. I randomly googled it on a hunch.
It's snowing like a mad bastard. I had better go put on some sandals and bring my bike indoors.
Jeez, that takes me back. We used to watch that show every damn morning it was on during the 80's. Terrible special effects, but it had hella cartoons.
The weird thing is, I had no idea that song was actually called Baby Elephant Walk. I randomly googled it on a hunch.
It's snowing like a mad bastard. I had better go put on some sandals and bring my bike indoors.
March 30, 2008
Spring! Spring!
Almost all the snow is gone, and the ground is finally dry. The weather got all the way up to 50 yesterday and today. I pulled out Jesse's bike and have done so much bike riding that the end of the day finds me floppy and exhausted. It's like being a kid again after a hard day of playing.
The only real problem is that my fingers have started to buzz savagely with what Google searching informs me is a fairly notorious condition known as "handlebar palsy." It comes from compressing the ulnar nerve against the grip of the bike, where it absorbs all the shocks from the surface of the road. WOOO. Padded grips and padded gloves are the suggested fixes, and I need to adjust the bike so I'm not leaning forward all the time and putting my weight on my hands.
Also, Stupid pulled me off the bike again today while we were traveling along at a pretty good clip. Out of nowhere he just halted completely for a piss on somebody's verge. (I have no idea how his head avoids being ripped off by the lead when he does stupid ass shit like this). The bike went sideways and I kept going straight. Somehow I was able to get my feet under me and run a few steps until I caught my balance, which saved me a nasty fall. I was fucking livid.
So when I got home, I jumped on the net and ordered myself a Springer. We'll just SEE who wins this fight, you little cookie-pants bastard.
The Captain hasn't made a peep for hours. I ran him for miles with the bike until he was completely exhausted, gave him a desperately needed bath, and fed him his dinner. He's been conked out on various surfaces of the house in apple-scented bliss ever since.
Maybe I should conk out too, and finish these pages tomorrow...
The only real problem is that my fingers have started to buzz savagely with what Google searching informs me is a fairly notorious condition known as "handlebar palsy." It comes from compressing the ulnar nerve against the grip of the bike, where it absorbs all the shocks from the surface of the road. WOOO. Padded grips and padded gloves are the suggested fixes, and I need to adjust the bike so I'm not leaning forward all the time and putting my weight on my hands.
Also, Stupid pulled me off the bike again today while we were traveling along at a pretty good clip. Out of nowhere he just halted completely for a piss on somebody's verge. (I have no idea how his head avoids being ripped off by the lead when he does stupid ass shit like this). The bike went sideways and I kept going straight. Somehow I was able to get my feet under me and run a few steps until I caught my balance, which saved me a nasty fall. I was fucking livid.
So when I got home, I jumped on the net and ordered myself a Springer. We'll just SEE who wins this fight, you little cookie-pants bastard.
The Captain hasn't made a peep for hours. I ran him for miles with the bike until he was completely exhausted, gave him a desperately needed bath, and fed him his dinner. He's been conked out on various surfaces of the house in apple-scented bliss ever since.
Maybe I should conk out too, and finish these pages tomorrow...
March 29, 2008
Anonymous Delivers, Part 9000
Another fun post for this evening for you Scientology fans:
A truckload of CoS financial records has been dumped by the side of the information superhighway, under a sign that says "free to a good home."
Hear that? That's the sound of David Miscavige shitting kittens and punching walls with his tiny powerful fists. "My org! My org! You lousy internet pranksters, stop stripping the secrecy from my org!"
Note: This isn't the super-secret IRS dox that detail the exemptions they get that other religions in the US don't, but it's still very interesting indeed.
A truckload of CoS financial records has been dumped by the side of the information superhighway, under a sign that says "free to a good home."
Hear that? That's the sound of David Miscavige shitting kittens and punching walls with his tiny powerful fists. "My org! My org! You lousy internet pranksters, stop stripping the secrecy from my org!"
Note: This isn't the super-secret IRS dox that detail the exemptions they get that other religions in the US don't, but it's still very interesting indeed.
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