I have that box of letters and old photos and such. It's sitting at the top of my closet, and if you listen very quietly, you can almost hear it ticking.
yes, yes, we all have boxes of crappy poems that our crappy high-school boyfriends gave us. there's no need for melodrama! stef's comic has its usual subtlety and doesn't warrant such an angsty response.
/bitch mode
great comic, stef! the trick is to keep these boxes in your childhood bedroom in such a messy closet that you--or anyone else--will never find them again.
Nato, congratulations for even finding this update to start a thread, since things have been so erratic with this comic lately. Was it through RSS? Did that work properly?
After reading this thread, I realized that the advent of email has done quite a bit to cut down on introspection-spawning "discoveries" in one's closet. I know I've written a lot of melodramatic emails to a lot of pen-pals, but after three hotmail erasures and two Penn State email address resets, I have only the few that I bothered to print out from a computer lab. I don't know whether this gap in my personal archives is a good thing or a bad thing.
I have a box too. But it's not full of crappy poems from high-school boyfriends.
But I do have a box and it's full of really important things, or things i thought were really important at the time I put them there. I opened it up last week when I was cleaning my room and I found a chunk of volcanic rock the size of my fist. Anyway, it's in there now and I have no idea where it came from.
I don't think Hamelin meant "Why do I do this", but rather, "Why do you ask". To me. For asking about RSS.
The reason I asked is that I've been chided for screwing up the code for the RSS feature lately, and I wanted to know if it was working. After I posted, I realized I was being a moron and just, you know, checked http://www.sixthirtyfive.635.xml. Sure enough, I screwed up the RSS again. To make matters worse, there was a glaring spelling error in it that JC has helped me to fix. I won the second grade spelling bee, dammit. How low I've sunk.
Maybe he just has them in his list of bookmarks and he just tells the browser to open all bookmarks in a "comics" folder into new tabs. Well, I believe Opera can do that anyhow.
Yep, I've got 6:35 on my bundle of daily comics sites to check -- sorry, haven't seen whether RSS is workin' -- which admittedly represents a certain abundance of optimism.
It wasn't meant to be angsty, Leesh. I'd just recently been reading Neil Gaiman, and it rubbed off a bit. (=
Is "I'd just recently been reading Neil Gaiman" supposed to come off as less angsty? I guess the (= helps, but you might as well have said "Sorry, I was just listening to Bauhaus and smoking some cloves."
Whaaaat? I don't know how most people read Neil Gaiman, but I'm usually pretty happy when I read his books. I find them funny and cheerful and very amusingly sensible, even when they're telling you about the scary bits.
This thread is all about distancing ourselves from teenage gothiness! DISTANCE, friends! Let's all do the college post-goth thing and go to a bar and yell "Yay Sports!"
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/bitch mode
great comic, stef! the trick is to keep these boxes in your childhood bedroom in such a messy closet that you--or anyone else--will never find them again.
Am I the only one reminded of comic 13 by the knitting on the floor?
And the bowling ball bag. It's like stealth continuity.
I keep it in the beard.
And bear-traps.
After reading this thread, I realized that the advent of email has done quite a bit to cut down on introspection-spawning "discoveries" in one's closet. I know I've written a lot of melodramatic emails to a lot of pen-pals, but after three hotmail erasures and two Penn State email address resets, I have only the few that I bothered to print out from a computer lab. I don't know whether this gap in my personal archives is a good thing or a bad thing.
Why?
But I do have a box and it's full of really important things, or things i thought were really important at the time I put them there. I opened it up last week when I was cleaning my room and I found a chunk of volcanic rock the size of my fist. Anyway, it's in there now and I have no idea where it came from.
Hey!
I don't think Hamelin meant "Why do I do this", but rather, "Why do you ask". To me. For asking about RSS.
The reason I asked is that I've been chided for screwing up the code for the RSS feature lately, and I wanted to know if it was working. After I posted, I realized I was being a moron and just, you know, checked http://www.sixthirtyfive.635.xml. Sure enough, I screwed up the RSS again. To make matters worse, there was a glaring spelling error in it that JC has helped me to fix. I won the second grade spelling bee, dammit. How low I've sunk.
I'd hope for masochist, it's the saner option.
It wasn't meant to be angsty, Leesh. I'd just recently been reading Neil Gaiman, and it rubbed off a bit. (=
-- Nato
-- Nato
Also, Mirrormask's plot was completely incoherant.