Archive for February 7, 2002

Well. I didn’t do much over the fateful winter break except read, get fatter, and fume about getting ripped off, but I did do a lot of thinking. What I concluded(among other things) is this: if given the choice between hot, frequent sex with Object B and a really good honey-baked turkey sandwich… well, I’m fairly sure thesandwich doesn’t have anything contagious.

Xorph is mostly up and at ‘em again, if only via straight ip. Deep Fried is so immensely much nicer, and not just because they offer a webcomic discount–there’sall kinds of services and extras that I didn’t think you could get on a budget. Also the tech help peopleactually exist, so that’s kind of nice. If and when I get the time, I’d like to start using those resources for Xorphextras, like a chat room (useless but fun) and an honestly database-driven site (much faster and cleaner). I’ve got anew design sketched out, too, which should be a challenge to put together but should also open up all kinds of newpossibilities.

Listen to me babbling about my website. Je suis le nerd. Speaking of which, hi Kim and Taylor.

I’ve officially been through one each of all my new classes, which promise to be interesting if not easy. At least I’vegot Becker twice a week to make up for the motherfucking 8:00 algorithms class with the one and only Dr. Christine Shannon.Snark-x-x. (That is a “snore” sound.)

I offered to trade Tycho my giantscary U2 poster (featured in many old idiotcams©) for a collector’s edition of the PA book. Don’t think he’s goingfor it. Ah well… I’ll just have to put up with the giant scary varicolored men invading my dreams.

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