Yearly Archives: 2007
Training program? What’s that?

Sluggy Freelance
Aylee’s back! And she’s taaaallllllll.
Oh, and Websnark updated today. Yay!
This post rambles. I have a bad headache and Tums are my friend.
Speaking of friends, one friend pulled me aside recently to ask whether I was offline more often because he’d done something to offend me. That’s not it — I just want to spend more time with my husband than with the computer. I’m sure I’ll have upticks in online time again sometime in the future, but I’m not sure I’ve hit my low point in this downtick yet, so don’t take it personally if I’m not on the forum or on IM after work. It’s just, well, I love him enough to have married him, so he gets first dibs on my time.
And speaking of Nighthawk, another friend pulled me aside recently to ask whether the current cancer comics indicate that Nighthawk’s health is in flux again. That’s an emphatic no. He’s doing very well — the cancer’s undetectable which means there’s a good chance it’s gone altogether, and everything else is good.
So why the cancer comics? Because a) even though he’s doing very well, I find I work through major emotional stuff best by writing, and what better topic than the item that kicked all this off? and b) there isn’t a whole lot out there on thyroid cancer. It’s a pretty rare cancer, and if we can pass on anything we learned to someone else who experiences it, that’s a good thing, to me.
But (and this should be obvious) this isn’t an autobiographical journal comic any more than Real Life is a purely autobiographical journal comic. “Inspired by occasional true events” is accurate. “Details what actually happened to me” is not. 90% of the stuff in the comic is crap I made up.
Milo’s a good example — none of the alien life forms I work with are that short.
It’s past my bedtime, and I’m not going to get the comic I was working on finished tonight. Tomorrow maybe.
Tomorrow’s date night with more Firefly. Yay!
I also created a new teeshirt design. Check it out by clicking that big store talk bubble up there in the top right corner. If you can’t tell which one’s the new one, you haven’t visited the store enough. ;)
Well, goodnight!
He’d probably notice something like that.

Upstairs
Today, in a fit of “where the hell is our house under all of this?!?”, we cleaned. The downstairs is straightened, the rugs are vacuumed, the kitchen’s clean.
And I cleaned out one of the two massive walk-in closets upstairs, which by itself netted three bags of trash and untold numbers of old video game boxes, software boxes, and computer gear boxes. That lead somewhat unexpectedly to cleaning the bedroom, doing all the laundry, organizing many of our clothes, and cleaning and organizing both upstairs bathrooms. Much more trash was identified and trashed.
I think this is the first time I’ve been able to see our bedroom floor for weeks. I think it’s the first time I’ve been able to stand in the walk-in closet in months. I think we seriously cut our fire hazard level. I think my legs are killing me. I think, all in all, it feels really really good.
And I think the trash guy’s going to get a hernia picking up our trash on Tuesday.
Where’s my quake?!?
I just want to point out that I gave it two weeks and Vancouver has utterly failed to fall into the sea.
What a rip.