Space Opera: Going boldly where no one asked us to

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Revelations and Excommunications
Thursday, January 17th, 2002
"Hmm, Hippopatamus."
We're here
Yeah, I have inked 4 panels and would have inked more if I didn't have to go to the DMV.

I'm not up to anything. TRUST ME!

Phbbbbt!

WAAA!

THURSDAY - January 17th, 2002
[Ree]

First off... I would like you to click the box right here

I am going to keep this annoying box here until the end of this month... Oh the humanity.

CLICK AWAY

Go ahead... It won't bite

Hmm. I think the world is out to get me. Remember it isn't always about the big things. Sometimes it is just the little things that thoroughly piss me off.

Why Marie what's wrong?

Ummm... My Final Fantasy memory block got erased. ALL of my saves and my hubby's too. My hubby finished the game. ME I was still halfway through and I was on my way to getting Jecht shot 2. I had my Blitzball team at 64th level. My characters were far ahead on that damned sphere and all for naught. I feel especially silly because that game put me behind schedule and I have nothing to show for it. Of course my imediate mature reaction was to scream at the top of my lungs and throw a huge fit. I am mature after all.

So that was my sign to stop playing and get into gear. And I did. No more Final Fantasy for me. When you progress through a game and it dies out you pretty much lose the will to play it again. I watched my husband beat the game so I pretty much had the story by watching him. Perhaps in a few months when it is a less painful memory. By then Xenosaga will be out so I will have a new game to love. I penciled and inked four panels and would have been more if it wasn't for the fact that I went to the DMV today. That was another journey for naught, but a little less aggrivating.

It's amazing though after all that crud, my best friend called me. He came back to his house and it was robbed. What a nice welcome home for him. It kinda puts my problems in perspective.

Poor guy. It means that California is getting too crappy and he should move to New York where people love him enough not to rob him.

Seethe. Seethe some more.

Thursday, January 17th, 2002
[Lois]

Voice is still shot. I'm so mad I could scream, but I can't, and you can just see the frustration inherent in that, can't you?

No word on the magical mystery job. I'm getting depressed again. I think it's my voice.

I just have to say that lovelorn cling-o-rama sickos MAKE ME MAD. Y'see a friend of mine was trying to call me to tell me about work he's got for a deadline I've set, right, but he's on a cell phone and so is half of Manhattan, so he can't get a decent signal into me. I don't recognize his number, I keep getting "hung up on," and I get really, really mad. And in the middle of all this mess, someone leaves a bizarre lovelorn message to his long lost sweetheart who's dumped him because he's this much of a sap, but he leaves it on my voicemail, in the middle of this business of this friend of mine trying to reach me. I *69 all the hang-ups and get a Brooklyn area code; my voicemail system blows chunks the size of Godzilla's stool samples and doesn't ID numbers, so I can only assume that the bizarre lovelorn messages are coming from the Brooklyn number.

So my friend finally gets through to me, only to hear me yell: "Hey! If this is 347-555-5555, I don't know what your problem is, but you have the wrong number, there is no one here who is or has been in a relationship with you, so knock off all the calling and weird voicemail, okay, buddy?"

My poor friend is, of course, flabbergasted. I apologize, and in the end, neither of us are worse for the wear.

But this mystery dweeb, who left this bizarre clingy puppy-dog-romaticist-sighing-message of "love," made me yell at a friend of mine. With no voice. Not only did I berate someone who didn't deserve it, but I set my voice recovery back a couple of days. Dammit.

AND this soulless, godless creature of miniscule self-worth made me miss the last few minutes of Titus. I am oh so very mad right now. It was a very fun, goofy ep -- all middle-aged reminiscences of high school always are -- but at the end there was a very sweet and funny scene with Titus hugging Erin in a moment where I think he's realizing just how much she means to him, but I wouldn't know because Bozo the Wonderdummy had to spill his guts to me via voicemail -- "This may sound silly (twenty-three second pause, full of sighs -- oh, yes, I counted) ... but (unintelligible) is love (unintelligible)? ...." -- thus causing me to distract myself with much angry yellage.

I swear, if I find out who this guy is I'm gonna give him a big old dose of "Grow the f#%k up" reality, with or without my voice. Yes, that is a threat. Leaving sighing messages to your ex is no way to get her back. Trust me on this. If it annoys me this much, imagine how much it annoys her! Okay?!

Good friggin' night and have a pleasant tomorrow.

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Oh, yeah, senseless credits....
Art, character design and story: Marie "Ree" Del Rio
Script, VP of heartless cold reality: Lois Spangler
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