Walter Cronkite is my favorite television star. That's another reason I haven't got many friends at school...
Anyway, Walter Cronkite isn't on very much in the summer because that's when he takes his vacation and Roger Mudd fills in for him. I watch the show anyway, because if something really big were to happen, Walter would come straight from his vacation to take over. Another thing I like about when Roger Mudd does the show is the possibility that Walter will die (not that I wish him any harm) on his vacation, and a news flash will come in while Roger Mudd is on the air. Or he wouldn't have to die--he could be trapped underwater in a Volkswagen bus with only enough air for two hours, and Roger Mudd could describe the rescue attempts. Then the Navy divers would get Walter out, and he would say, "That's the way it is," and sort of salute into the camera, and the news program would fade out into the coffee ads. Or it might be good if he did die after all, just after the Navy divers got him out of the sunken bus. Then he could say, "That's the way it is," as his last words. There are a lot of possibilities to the Walter Cronkite show. I used to try to get some other kids interested in it, and maybe set up a Walter Cronkite fan club, but they didn't even take it seriously, and I got a reputation as a crazy.
--from Lizard Music (the best book ever) by Captain Daniel Pinkwater
My new webcomic is Think Before You Think, a spontaneous strip about a guy who can read minds. I don't know how to describe it, but its style is similar to Questionable Content, my favorite webcomic. The best parts are yet to come. Updates Fridays. thinkbeforeyouthink.smackjeeves.com
Title: OK Doc Author:betawho Rating: PG (for slight naughtiness) Characters: 9th Doctor and Rose Author's Note: Refers to the First Doctor story, "The Gunslingers."
Summary: The Ninth Doctor gets to play cowboy as he and Rose accidentally end up back at the OK Corral. But something new is brewing in Tombstone, involving an ancient culture, a myth, a legend, and a bunny rabbit.
OK Doc
The Tardis materialized.
The Doctor stepped out and took a look around the small dusty courtyard. “Oh, so not going to happen,” he muttered in disgust. He turned around. “Back inside, Rose,” he said, shooing her before him.
She sidestepped, “Why? What is it? What’s wrong?” She looked around the small cramped yard, tall wooden fencing blocked out any view to speak of, but it was hot, with a dry heat similar to a desert, and it smelled of animals and rotting garbage. She held her nose and looked over at the pile of moldering onions that stood at the back door of the ramshackle, clapboard building they’d apparently materialized behind. “It stinks.”
“Yes it does,” he said, giving the words an ominous ring that indicated something more dire than onions.
Rose gave him a sour look as he again tried to use his body mass to herd her into the Tardis. She ducked around him, trotted over to the tall board fence, and found a knothole to peek through.
Beyond was the long, dirt road, rough buildings, and wooden sidewalk of an Old West town.
“Brilliant!” she beamed and turned to the Doctor. “We’re in the Old West!”
He slumped and grumped, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Yes, and I’ve been here before. The whole experience gave me a toothache.”
Stuff keeps breaking ... seems like this week has been all taken up with fixing some things and replacing others. New computer monitor, new DVD/VHS unit (mainly for dubbing VHS tapes onto DVD so I can get rid of the magnetic media), new heart rate monitor (which now needs a new strap, aargh). Still gotta replace kitchen faucet and deal with condo repairs. Phew.
The latest chapter of my Psychiatric Tales book. Thirteen pages which nearly killed me. There's still some fiddling to do with the artwork here, but it's basically done. I'm aware that there are a few spelling errors to be corrected. This chapter is a one-off, as it's a mixture of photos and artwork, which I think suite the subject. I don't intend to do further chapters in this style.
So. Um. Finally cleaned out my "To Burn To Disk" folder and freed up 75gb.
hehee. Whoops.
NOW TO FILL IT WITH MVIDDING. MWAHAHAAA. (well I need to do something to make up for that POS space olympics. Yeesh)
Goffeee, afore I forget, pester me. I has new VNV for you. (and this track in particular I fucking love - it's a hardcore EBM rave with Ronin quoting Sun Tzu's Art of war)
Work goes up and down and drives me bugshit at times. Apparently as I am not stressing and pulling out my hair and eating cigarettes like candy, I am not aware of the gravity of what I am dealing with. Of course I am, dipshit. I just save stressing for things in life that I know are, oh, I don't know, out of my control. This is not one of them. Bugger ye off.
*shakes tiny fish*
Hoping weather holds out this weekend. I've got a planter bed to redesign, a water tank to move and other foofs to faff about with before it starts getting time to start cultivating seedlings for the herb garden. There's starting to be vestigial traces of sunlight when I knock off work now! *horrors*
apart from that, nothing much. Overworked, underappreciated, planning hallowed weenies and eyeing off that tricorder. It will be mine. Oh yes....
...right after I get those glow in the dark pool balls.
I'm so ready to be done with this moving our stuff downstairs phase and get on to the being on vacation phase. I don't even care so much about the moving our stuff back upstairs phase that comes after vacation. Still a lot to do first though so I'd best not wish for time to go too fast...
so did my walk, got some stuff from the grocery store and back packed it home. No ticks yet *knock on wood* I need to get started at twilight 'cause even a little passed sunrise and it's too damn hot.
Planning proceeds apace on the block party. I'm trying to figure out how to word the little notice I'll be taping on the doors.
"Hey there, my name, I live at [] I think it would be cool if we had a block party. Doesn't have to be elaberate, just hot dogs and hanging out with/ getting to know our neighbors. If this sounds fun and interesting to you give me a call at []"
So, at the bi-weekly L.A.D.D. meeting last night, I was struck with a bit of Sci-Fi genius. I decided I wanted to draw an image of Ed after having undergone a "Murphy"(robocop) incident. You know... bunch of hoods and "Cop Killers" shoot him up beyond repair until O.C.P. steps in and fixes him. Special thanks here from Jason Howard for inspiring me to ad an egg mixer as a meelee weapon. It was all his idea.
Another advertisement predicting a future storyline for my webcomic, THE ADVENTURES OF MR. SIMIAN, which is currently part of the July competition over at ZUDA comics. Take a couple of minutes, read a free comic, and give it your vote if you like it.
Another advertisement predicting a future storyline for my webcomic, THE ADVENTURES OF MR. SIMIAN, which is currently part of the July competition over at ZUDA comics. Take a couple of minutes, read a free comic, and give it your vote if you like it.
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