Wednesday, July 02, 2003
What... what happened to my archives? My precious, precious archives. They appear to have disappeared from the face of the Internet universe. I am confident that somewhere in the vast, distant reaches of these electrical pathways, my archive is lurking. But I am at a loss as to how I would get at it. If anyone has any insight, puh-leaze inform me. My email, it is on the side.
Yesterday Kate and I ventured into Boston. Much adventuring was done on this venture. We noodled around the North End for a bit, which was cool because I generally don't go to the North End (excepting, of course, trips to North Station). At night the North End can get pretty damn creepy, but during the day it was hopping. We went to this incredible bakery where we got cannolis that defied all of my previous definitions of cannoli deliciousness. It's called Mike's Pastry, and I highly recommend it.
Then we went to Cambridge and actually managed to get to the Garment District without getting heinously lost. It's not exactly near the T stop, so that translates to 'unfindable' for me. Of course. But Kate's salmon-like sense of direction led us true. There's no AC in the Garment District though, so it was quite hot in there. They did have a lot of cool stuff (and cheap, bien sur), but I didn't get anything. If it hadn't been so hot I would've spent more time browsing and whatnot, but it just wasn't feasible on such a day. Kate got a handbag shaped like a Chinese carryout box which was much coolness.
the majestic salmon, like kate, uses its infallible sense of direction to return every year to its ancestral spawning grounds. or to get to the garment district.
Then we had fruitfull drinkage at Seattle's Best Coffee, which was OK, but it just ain't Starbucks. We didn't see a Starbucks anywhere around, so we had to make do. They had comfy chairs open though, so we lounged there for a bit. I slung myself over the chair in a rather undignified fashion, with my feet up and dangling over one of the arms. But no one seemed overtly offended, so that's good enough for me. Kate, in her demure little sundress, could not resort to such inelegant posturings.
Yup. Then it was hot out, and we were much tired, so home we went. And I mucked about with those art markers I purchased, and I made myself very happy because they are so fun and they work so very well. The pages in Strings of Fate that are done in marker are my idol pages. And the character sketches are marker. Check 'em out, they make me cry with their skillful goodness.
Today I had an eye doctor appointment. Much ick. I hate that bright yellow glop they pour into your eyes to check if you have glaucoma or not. Makes your eyes all sticky and whatnot. But joy! I ordered new glasses! After having had the same pair for however many years. A lot of year. All of high school... I think all of middle school. Dunno. Lotta years. Anyways! The new ones! They're... well, they're a little bit... unsubtle. They're also blue. You'll see when I get 'em.
I guess you could call them... very... well, very art school. Yeah. You'll just have to wait and see.
Sites on the side have been updated, hopefully. The Return to Sender site has moved, so if you had it bookmarked from the old address click on the link I just provided. I added a couple of new online comics for you to peruse. Achewood is there, I think I mentioned it in an earlier blog. It's pretty funny if you're not worried about... crudery. On occasion. I also put up Goats, which is MOST amusing at times, but it may make more sense if you read a few of the back issues. Then again, it may not. I wouldn't really recommend reading a lot of the back issues, since there are about 10 million of them.
I have also located another site to add to the 'View It or Die a Horrible Death' section. You may have heard of it before. Are you aware of the All Your Base Are Belong to Us phenomenon? Well, in case you're not, it's... um, it's a phenomenon. Having to do with a very old video game and a very bad translation that made some people amused. These people made a video with the very bad translation. The video became ridiculously famous and a great many people are now amused by it. And the song is horrendously catchy.
Anyways, you can see it, it's posted on the side. And also herein. Go see the All Your Base Are Belong to Us video. Or else you'll be all left out of the massive, widespread inside joke. And I just know you hate that sort of thing.
Also, if you haven't seen the other sites listed in the 'View or Perish Horribly' section already, what's the matter with you? It's titled that way for a reason. You have to see these things before you die. Or your life will have been worthless. I put 'em up there because I don't want your life to have been worthless. I do these things for you, cher reader. Go see 'em.
miserable little ingrates
5:00 PM
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