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I bought my mother the first issue of the DARK TOWER comic and she squeed. My mother... actually squeed. Seeing as how I was the one that got her hooked on the books, I suppose it's what I deserve.

For those curious, I've taken the liberty of scanning and posting almost half of the issue on scans_daily. So once again, if you're interested in obtaining an issue (and if you're in my area), let me know and I'll get you a copy next time I go into work.



Also, does anyone have a digital camcorder that I might be able to borrow this Tuesday? I want to record my performance at the Speakeasy open mic, and if it's good, I can post it for others to see!

Forgive me if I sound off, I experimented with a new drink called a "Boardwalk," which is gin, sweet vermouth, dry vermouth, and strawberries all thrown in a blender. Not bad at all, but even one drink is pretty strong.

So again, yes, if you can lend me a digital camcorder (or bring it along to film me this Tuesday!) I would so greatly appreciate it. Thankee, sai!

Huh. So that's what it feels like to be on the other end...

I've spent my life trying to master the art of pleasing everybody and to gain the approval of all. As quixotic a goal as that is, I've been lucky enough to go through life without majorly pissing off most people. I've only rarely had anyone really upset at me, and when that's happened, I felt lousy and guilt-ridden.

But tonight was the first time since I can remember... that someone was actually *disappointed* in me. And I don't know what I can do to make it right again.

I don't think that I even have an emoticon for how that feels.



Thank God, at least, that I had insaneboingo ( to me support and cheer me up, when everyone else was asleep at two in the morning. )

I said, DOCTOR!

As far as anyone knows, is there a variation of a Piña Colada that calls for BOTH Malibu and Cap'n Morgan, plus a shot of fresh lime juice? If not, then I think I've just invented a Heffie Colada.

Because after all, I put de lime in de coconut.



I've been showing Dad the wonderful Laurie/Fry JEEVES & WOOSTER series. Between that and the Jeeves alarm clock (which I *did* buy and absolutely adore, by the way), I really, really wish I had a Jeeves. Y'know, a constant companion to make certain I dressed well, kept up with my appointments, and didn't make a total ass of myself (or to save my sorry butt whenever I did). Someone to gently yank me out of the way of open manholes while I would be strolling along, thinking great thoughts.

"I say, Jeeves! That was an open manhole!"

"Quite, sir."

"That would have been blasted awkward had I fallen into that! I dare say I should have been in quite the dilly of the pickle! "

"I couldn't say, sir. Might I remind sir that today is New Comics Day?"

"Oh, smashing! Whip me up another martini*, if you'd be so kind! (sings) Ohh, I-I-I love little girls, they make me feel so... so..."

"Good, sir?"

"Quite, quite! I-I-I love little girls, they make me feel so..."

"Bad, sir."

"... What do you suppose an 'Oingo Boingo' is, anyway?"

"I'm afraid I really couldn't say, sir."

Of course, it would be hard to say how my Jeeves would hold up over all the years of putting up with me. He might become dryly snarky like Alfred or become an outright cynical and sarcastic bastard like John Gielgud in ARTHUR. Ah well, in either case, it's a moot point to dream as such.

After all, I already have Bub for all that.


*In one episode, Bertie mixed up a gin martini with a dash of absinthe... holy crap, man, how I want to drink that.