skoolmunkee wrote:
The new Quackcast is up!
http://www.drunkduck.com/quackcast/
And you know what that means…
YOU CAN LISTEN TO THE RADIO PLAY!
time stamp is 28:35
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skoolmunkee wrote:
The new Quackcast is up!
http://www.drunkduck.com/quackcast/
And you know what that means…
YOU CAN LISTEN TO THE RADIO PLAY!
@bravo: THANKS! I really like the way the radio play turned out. Especially with the Australian and Keitel included
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It was fun/weird to listen to the interview, other than hearing me say "yeah!" over and over again. But folks – you Can spare yourself, just go to time stamp 28:35
The skype worked pretty well, but we did talk over each other and I wasn't always sure I was hearing the question right. There's one part where skoolmunkee asked how I became the "Czarina" – and listening to the interview now, I suspect I heard the question wrong.
Anyway, during the interview I said it came from her. But no - skool didn't come up with "Czarina". What she did do was to confirm that heading a project pretty much demanded a dictatorial approach when I wrote that I might have to be a dictator since I wasn't seeing posts from people about what they wanted.
But I didn't want to be a dictator. Try as I might, every time I picture "dictator", the dude has a mustache. And "queen"? well, what do you think. "Princess" seemed like it would be too fuss-budgety. No one voted me in, so prez and prime minister were out.
but Czarina – hhmmm. I liked Czarina :-)
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anyway. YO! Lonnehart! got that bike yet?
Heh… tomorrow. It won't be one of the more expensive bikes, though. I've been told if I pay less than $500 for a bike the thing will fall apart very soon. I'm not gonna be choosy though. I need a way to get around that's faster than walking, and those $150/$200 bikes look good enough for it. I'm pretty sure if I take care of the thing (which I've done before as I've ridden a bike all around El Paso, Texas) it will last quite a while. And on an island that's 30 miles long and 4 to 7 miles wide, bike riding shouldn't be too much of a problem (or wouldn't be if it wasn't for the hazardous roads anyway). :)
*wow… I'm SOOOO tempted to post pictures of the bike once I get it… hehehe…
I rode 3 bikes all around El Paso in my Army days. The reason they didn't last? They did. They just got stolen on base while I went camping with my company…
Hmm… I wonder if local law enforcement will allow me to strap large projectile weapons/missile launchers/particle beam projectors to the bike… in case I have to deal with alcohol intoxicated drivers, Methamphetamine addicted motorists, or Road Ragers behind the steering wheels of their vehicles…
Heh… tomorrow. It won't be one of the more expensive bikes, though. I've been told if I pay less than $500 for a bike the thing will fall apart very soon.
What should I do about the 10 pages of Devon Legacy Proper I have uploaded? I have since went back and added pages to the comic. I have shiftededed panels from a few pages for this and I made small corrections/tweaks to several pages.
I'd like to wipe the slate clean when I go to uploading. I mean it's been over a year anyway. But…. my comments ;_;
I guess I could save the comments somewhere. I probably need to do that anyway on all my comics. Never know when DD will hicup and that feedback will be lost forever.
skoolmunkee wrote:HAHAHAHA! OMG WTF?
Oz are you gonna leave your video up on the front page all week. T____T
Why don't we have a video of the radio play? Oh right…
ayesinback wrote:In case anyone is keeping score according to the pile of books I've read on the Russian history Czar means emperor being a direct derivation from Caesar. The Russian imperial crown was considered the successor to the Caesers of the Byzantines as the Russian Orthadox Patriarch in Kiev was considered the successor to the Orthadox Patriarch in Constantinople after the fall of the Byzantine empire in 1456.
But I didn't want to be a dictator. Try as I might, every time I picture "dictator", the dude has a mustache. And "queen"? well, what do you think. "Princess" seemed like it would be too fuss-budgety. No one voted me in, so prez and prime minister were out.
but Czarina – hhmmm. I liked Czarina :-)
@Ozone, that wasn't lost on me but exact amounts don't always translate, some products are $100 over there and still £100 over here. I would dream of spending £500 on bike, If I spent that i may as well get a used car. £150 on a bike here is ample, it will be sturdy and reliable enough, so long as you actually look after it.
ayesinback wrote:
bravo1102 wrote:
a lot of probably-accurate stuff
mehA real Czarina is beyond such mundane definition.
One thing I dislike intensely (INTENSELY), is the phrase "peace out", the people who use it, and the accompanying gesture- usually the person does a victory sign and kisses their fingers.
Far from thought of "peace" it incites feelings of rage at the meaningless, formulaic, hypocrisy and emptiness of the whole thing and the idiocy of the person using it.
That's just the sort of person I am. ^_^
If you're sincere about being polite or wanting to be peaceful or whatever, do if properly, not with a stupid gesture you learned from some kids singing in a band on tv.
/oldmanRant.
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Weee… adminning DD, killing spam accounts by the hundred, reading comics from start to finish, featuring them, making a newspost… doot, doot doot…
hold on to your hats, folks – it's NOT voice related
Today I spent ALL FRIGGIN day on an assignment that my boss's boss's boss laid out; an assignment designed to deliberately frustrate. The only silver lining is that my boss and his boss had to do the same assignment.
It was held in the guise of an internet "scavenger hunt" and I suspect was created only to point out how difficult it is for any user to find info from our organization's web site. The thing is: our department has NO SAY over the organization's web site.
MEH!
how I love (NOT) being a tool in somebody's PC game.
Damn, I feel like the new guy all over again, stepping back to here.
I mean a month gone is a big deal…to me.
Well…
…sup?
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I was just told that my sister's old rabbit who was put into the care of her friend (and my friend), died today.
I could have gave a shit less had it been the girl bunny but no, it was Ness. The bunny we thought was a girl until it got the other bunny pregnant and was just all around an awesome pet.
FUCK.
…He is getting a eulogy. NOW.
My little Romeo got fixed today. I was so worried about him all day because apparently bunnies can sometimes die under the anaesthetic. And I was working so I couldn't even be there to pick him up.
But he's just fine. : ) He's quite subdued right now but I'm sure he'll be back to his hoppy self soon enough. Hopefully he'll stop with the humping, too.
Well… I go the bike, but I forgot to factor in one thing…. I HAVEN'T RIDDEN A BIKE SERIOUSLY IN 20 YEARS!!! Yep… I'm having a hard time with it right now, but eventually my body will get used to working hard moving the thing and I'll be zipping all over the place in no time… I hope…
One other problem… my sister worries about me too much. So much so that she actually bought parts for my car and demanded I fix the thing and use it instead of biking around. Her worries aren't unjustified though as I've already mentioned the 3 main dangers I have to face while out cycling… not to mention I still have yet to get used to cycling again which means for some time I'll probably be zig zagging all over the place trying to keep my balance while tired… Still a nice bicycle though, but I'm worried about the exposed cables underneath parts of the frame (I'll just grease them up a bit with axle grease to help protect them from the elements…)
I was trying to sleep yesterday and the phone wouldn't stop ringing. I got so disoriented that I can't figure out which calls were real and which were dreams.
Then around 11pm when I was expecting to be called into work (but wasn't!) I woke up with the worst migraine and the world spinning and every joint screaming. Yuck. Still have a headache, but the joints feel better and the world is nolonger spinning.
And I have to figure out which dreams were real and which weren't.
Gotta love some catch 22 situations. If I talk about the problems and my depression to someone else I'm told it's called "whining". But if I hold all those negative emotions inside they'll eventually eat me alive. Nothing to do about that I suppose…
My body aches. It's gonna take a while pushing two wheels all over the place. I do make it a point not to be travelling around at night. Too many dangers like to pick off walkers and cyclists at that time.
I had maybe 5 mins to myself yesterday and today doesn't look much better.
I don't work well without a break!!!!!!!
anyhows - nice to see you peeking in Leet!
And yeah, bravo, that dream stuff can get weird. I had the flu one time and woke up convinced that there was a client for whom I had forgotten to place an order for 10,000 silk-screend t-shirts. I was really upset; figured I'd lose my job. but then I started thinking about it: we had never ordered anything in a run greater than 500 – and to this day, I've never had a client who wanted t-shirts.
btw – skip that XXX recommendation Oz had and check into a spa for a couple of days. get the facials, the mud baths, the rub-downs – you'll look so pretty when the wife returns home. :-)
I get to go grab lunch with Carol, my mother in law…I don't call her my mother in law, I don't call her mom to her face. I call her and her husband by their names…I kinda feel bad about it. Anywho, yeah. One last hurrah before I go to my internship next week. If you are wondering why I'm not doing anything with my mom, it is because we went to lunch on Wednesday.
The problem is they both had the same game plan. Lunch and shopping…. TT_TT I got all the personal shoping done with my mom because I wasn't expecting Carol to call. And I don't know what I want for lunch….I got 1 hour and 45 mins.
Fortunately my sister emailed me with my mother's phone# in the rehab place. So I called her and found out it wasn't a dream and she was sorry to have called because I didn't sound at all coherant. But then it can be said that even fully awake I am not coherent.
We had a nice talk and now I get to see my mother in the situations I've had to note in my work reports for years. Part of the job is keeping track of who's in hospital and rehab and all and now it's my mother and not someone calling me about their mother. Yet handling all those calls for these past years has left me feeling not a little numb. I'm more accepting in person but once I'm alone the anxiety builds.
Lots of nasty ass dreams. Fortunately I'm not making any effort to remember them because these aren't worth it. If a dream is nothing more than blurry eyed confusion exaggerated into ridiculousness by my subconscious there's nothing there worth recalling.
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