not falling down

MSNBC: What would you ask Condoleezza Rice?

“So listen, I was thinking maybe… you know, a guy like you, a girl like me, ha ha, maybe we could… I mean, no big thing, right? I’m just saying, if you’re not busy–”

Hey, this is the first time I’ve posted every day of the week since December. I want a cookie.

Barry Smith has proposed May Day as 24-Hour Webcomic Day, and I really want to participate. I have a physical need to draw comics again, and I can’t seem to make the opportunities happen, so maybe this will help. I could finally wrap up the neverending “Fire” arc in Xorph and maybe even start the next one. Also, it’s the weekend before my birthday, which means I get to punish myself for being old, and Maria’s going to be cramming for exams anyway–it’s nice to have company (Solitary Confinement notwithstanding).

What I’d really like is to do it with a couple of other comics people, but I don’t see that happening, since my comics people friends are scattered far and wee. I wonder if AIM supports multiple-voice chat. Or if you can do a comics jam on a train.

(For the record, no, I couldn’t do the real 24 Hour Comics Day even if there were a host store in Louisville; apparently all my finals are on April 26th.)

It’s warm without being sweaty–the kind of warm where you walk outside and notice that there’s no difference in the temperature, in a nice way. It’s sunny, but there’s just enough cloud cover to ward off glare. There’s a little breeze, bringing with it the smells of downtown small city: a cigarette, bus exhaust, sandwiches carried by a man and his daughter.

This is no day for class or work. This is a day for picking up fallen sycamore branches in the back yard, swinging them wildly, turning them into magic swords.