7.24.03 Sorry, I lied . . . no Gods & Undergrads update, what I drew in a very small amount of time was lame and unfinished. So I decided to pack frantically instead. I'm off to Animation Land, see you guys in August!

7.24.03 I'm currently in a mad rush to get packed before going on my first ever business trip. Luckily it's something I've always wanted to go to -- SIGGRAPH, the country's biggest animation convention. So this year it's being held in San Diego, and my company is sweet enough to send me to learn, mingle, drink martinis, meet sailors, and generally have a good time on the west coast. (And I do see the irony in it being the weekend after the San Diego Comic-Con, mecca of all conventions. Grrrrrr. Argh.) Straight after that I'm off to the annual family vacation at a cottage in Michigan. Therefore, it will be quite a while before anything new appears on this page, I'm afraid. But! When I get back, hoo boy will there be a lot of new fun pages to scan and color and post. So keep a lookout for those pages in the future. I'm going to try and give you a tidbit more of Gods & Undergrads tomorrow before I start my journey. . . . Not much other news to report . . . I sent an angry letter to Fox urging them to keep Keen Eddie on the air (oh that Pippin!). . . and I hope everyone managed to see the one picture of Gary Oldman as Sirius Black before it was wrenched away by the Warner Bros honchos.

7.21.03 I'm going to try to implement a better system for updates. On the main page, whenever the "Last Updated" date has changed, a purple outline will appear around the part of my site that has been updated. This will hopefully make it less confusing. Then you can cut the crap and get down to the nitty-gritty! I swear, I have no idea where some of my expressions come from. . . . Oh, and I don't think I've mentioned this before but feedback email makes my day. Just look at this li'l gem I got from my roommate Kerry a bit ago:

"I meant to tell you, I heard this story on the radio.... this 35 year old man, very effeminate and small would pretend to be a 13 year old girl, and tricked these families into taking her/him in. then he would molest the young boys in the family. Anyway, he called himself Lelaina. it made me laugh....cuz it's gross."

See? Wonderful.

7.20.03 Another paltry update. Tomorrow should bring more panels. I have to say I absolutely adored Pirates of the Caribbean, along with pretty much everyone else who's seen it. Johnny Depp proves my point that pretty boys look much better when they're messed up a bit. His eyeliner and gold teeth in Pirates, Tom Cruise's bruised face and mangled eyes in Minority Report, Brad Pitt's chipped tooth and black eyes in Fight Club. It also seems to help tremendously with their acting abilities as well. Hm. Orlando Bloom does not work with facial hair. I'm not sure yet what his niche is in escaping his pretty boyhood.

7.17.03 I have hereby created some banners for my site, so feel free to check 'em out, use 'em, link to me, whatev. I've also placed them at the bottom of my links page, so when I take them down from here you'll know where to find them. I am dead tired from having stayed up too late last night partying with three hot men, drinking wine, swapping ghost stories, and watching old undergraduate film projects. I have to realize I'm just not 22 anymore. I have to accept the fact that I can't stay up late and expect to be in good form the next day at work. I'm not 22 anymore. *sob* . . . Oooh, and in other news, I finally read Scott McCloud's latest speck of brilliance, The Right Number. Get your patootie over there pronto and take a look. The future is now!

7.14.03 I completely forgot to wear my Bastille Day shirt today. Normally I get a wonderful variety of responses from it. Oh well. Still no comic update. I had a fairly eventful weekend. I did see LXG (only the cool kids call it that now) which was full of fun surprises. Best of all was Dorian Gray and the return of Peta Wilson, the hottest La Femme Nikita yet. And, of course, there will always be a place in my heart for Sean Connery. But that goes without saying. On Saturday I got to visit my friend Aaron, who had never before had the fear of seeing a face in the window at night -- until I placed it into his head. On Sunday I went to Great Falls with Matt and Marj. Once we walked far enough that most of the families fell back, it was quite pleasant. Matt screamed at a snake and had two passing bikers say, "Hey girl" to him. It's still a little muddled what exactly that meant. Just when we started to realize how thirsty we were, we spotted a lone man with a popsicle. There was no way he packed that in his little knapsack for the hike. We realized food must be near. After my false sighting of patio umbrellas (they were actually kayaks -- hey I was weak from hunger and thirst, OK?) we stumbled across a road . . . and winded up in a Stanley Kubrick movie. All of a sudden there were neatly arranged white patio tables, big white umbrellas, fountains gurgling, and the soft sounds of Billie Holliday in the background. I wasn't sure if my contacts were acting up or if everything really did have a hazy glow to it. I was strongly reminded of Jack Nicholson strolling into the "Pink & Gold Room" in The Shining. "I'm awfully glad you asked me that, Lloyd . . ." Where the hell were we?? Luckily Matt alone remained calm. He flagged down a waiter with a false French accent and convinced him we needed cheese platters and Evian. We basked in the alternate universe, covered in sweat and dirt, spreading a Brie-like cheese onto baguettes. The only thing that ruined the other-worldliness of the moment was a fly dying in one of Marj's more gooshier cheeses. Eventually we departed and, even though I wasn't sure we could find the road back to reality again, made our long way back to the car. What a day. . . . . So in conclusion, busier weekend for Monica, comic update tomorrow. Cheers.

7.10.03 If I ever forget why I love Bill Murray, all I have to do is remember Kingpin.

7.9.03 I have hereby made some more minor changes. Progress at this desk is slow but certain. This week, for me, is apparently only going to involve going out for lunch, working late, and awkward incidents at the gym. Every time I go to the gym one huge activity after another explodes just as soon as I arrive. Whether it be Wrestling Camp, Summer Day Camp, Orientation, its always taking up half the space and everyone there is expecting it but me. The surly desk receptionists can't help me. There's certainly no signage warning me of hundreds of children underfoot while I'm trying to claim one of the Crosstrainers. The oblivious weight lifters only speak to me if I try to claim their machines (while they're casually on the other side of the room strapping on their weight belts). Why is there always so much activity going on when I want to work out? . . . Oh and this week should also involve seeing The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and Pirates of the Carribbean. If you don't know what these movies are, I suggest you see the published works of Alan Moore and watch Legolas much closer in LOTR. That is all!

7.6.03 Hoy, everybody! You may have noticed it's July and I haven't yet archived the June news. That's cause I'm lazy and on my computer especially, it takes ages to do anything. I did finish Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix though! *Squeal* I can't express how much I didn't want that to end. You might also have noticed I have finally added my links section, to pay homage to online comickers I read religiously. (If you didn't notice yet, simply click here). Okay, off for now to watch Dead Like Me.

7.1.03 A weasley, measly update I know. Still running around, definitely still reading Harry Potter and covered in bug bites. That's me. I had a fun party that I bought waaayyyy too much food for, and it was instantly set upon by paintball-shooting f-in kids. Kids today. Kids. Kids also mocked my fab friend Dan's highly unusual and contagious laugh. Dan, Marj, and I were ready to take on a whole mess of the infants for daring to mock us. But instead we glared at them and then quietly left a few minutes later. I still maintain that I will not be threatened by anyone who hails from Olney. It's Olney, for goddsakes. Randomly running into people I've never wanted to see again there? Yes. Feeling scared for my safety? No. Ah, Olney.