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"YAH-BI-DI
DUP-DO DUP-DO DUP-DO HURT HURT!"
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Chris: I
suppose some flavour text should accompany the comic: that being the point
of it's conception in any event. For the last... well sometime, I'm not
sure how long - but it's almost been a week now, my father is busy in
Finland training people to use and install fire suppression system (I
hope.) So as Dad isn't here, I've become Mr. Mom. Cooking, cleaning, the
whole nine yards. All I have to say is it should be considered a damn
profession. No matter how much I do a day, something else becomes soiled
in the meantime. The constant parade of cutlery and clothing that passes
through my hands is ridiculous. Dust settles faster than I can vacuum,
and because of some poor choices of meat selection, I've had to slave
in the kitchen pointless hours preparing near impossible cuts with blunt
knives. It took me an hour just to cube meat from six chicken drumsticks!
You wouldn't believe the sinew you have to remove. And the smell! In any
event, I'm glad I'm not working, because this and a job will have ground
me into paste by now. Speaking of being muse-less; It seems that Mark isn't very inspired by the thought of webcomic reviewing. So a few others have popped up, before or after the idea and inception is still a little wishy washy, but that's neither here nor there. He doesn't seem to want to continue doing so. I don't mind either way, and still enjoy reviewing games. So what I plan to do is this. For once I could really use the imput of the readers. Could you please go out of your way to visit this poll, and vote either way. It will only take a second of your time. A fortnight until I can apparently suddenly stop being an angsty teen, and instead become a complaining twenty year old. The party should be OK I guess. If someone rents Melee. Heh... the only video store that loans it out in the local vicinity has kinda 'lost our patronage.' Once again, I'm telling you to listen to Tripod. If you're an Australian, at least listen one or two Tuesday morning performances. If you're a foreigner, then leech a few from the Morning Show website. The self-depreciating humour and Aussie comraderie that we apparently have is there in spades. Sometimes. And just out of pointless coincidence, Fred Gallagher's rant title is comprised of the names of my deceased HDDs. Core and Dump. Coincidence? I think not... more like karmic realignment. I already said I'm sorry! I'm sure males enjoy Megatokyo too! Maybe... |
"My
pants are hotter than your pants"
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Mark: Salutations, peasants. To celebrate this momentous occasion, our moving to a new server, I have deigned to leave my fortress of solitude to come down amongst you rabble. And you know what? You lot really should bathe more. This move, made possible by the generosity of a frozen peanut we found in a magical eski under the couch after a long night drinking, means that we will be able to bring you a higher class of entertainment than had we remained on the Keenspace servers, namely smut. So check back regularly for Live Nude Norwegian Teens, for the low price of US$2.95 a month. In other news, I lost my pants but found them again, and the USA invaded Iraq. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe they did it without even declaring war. How fucked up is that? |
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