[676] losing sense of feeling

"losing sense of feeling" February 21st, 2005 [676]

Panel 1:
Meimi:
<So, how long have you been seeing each other?>
Erika:
<Not long, we just met a few weeks ago.>
Also shown:
Largo
Panel 2:
Piro:
<Hayasaka-san?>
Erika:
<Oh! Yes Piro?>
Piro:
<I... I have to get back to the store.>
Also shown:
Largo, Ping
Panel 3:
Piro:
<Please remember to call Nanasawa-san. She really needs to talk to you.>
Erika:
<OK, I will.>
Also shown:
Ping
Panel 4:
Largo:
Where's he going? Coward! We need backup!!
Erika:
<Largo just moved here, actually.> Largo, if you do anything stupid right now, you will die painfully.
Panel 5:
Largo:
Right. We are in danger. We mustn't be seen as a threat.
Meimi:
<He did? So does Largo-san like living in Japan so far?>
Panel 6:
Erika:
I haven't seen this woman in two years, and it's important to me that she thinks I'm doing OK. Now smile. Please.
Panel 7:
Largo:
I can't feel my fingers.
Erika:
<He says that he's enjoying Japan very much.>
Panel 8:
Ping:
<Piro-san?>
Also shown:
Erika, Largo, Piro

console

< Piro >

"rawr!"

Wednesday - February 16, 2005

hehe, a friend sent me this little scribble and i have to say, it really DOES describe how i feel today. :P

Anyways, yesterday was a mess so i'm once again doing most of the work on todays comic... today. :P Not sure when i'll be done, but i'm gonna opt for doing a nice job rather than rushing it. Till then, enjoy the message from the zombie hordes.

Really, i do think they might actually get me in the end. :)

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< Dom >

"Sore feet and aching mind"

Monday - February 21, 2005

[Dom] - 10:00:00 - [link here]

So, Hunter S. Thompson died yesterday, by his own hand. That means that two of my favirote sportswriters have died in the last year (the other was Ralph Wiley).

Oh, sure, Hunter did all sorts of other things, like inspire Transmet, write books that were a beacon to the counterculture, inspire a new form of journalism, and sure, he was the spiritual father of about a third of my rants... but I'll always remember him as the weird guy on ESPN Page 2 who would write about all sorts of cracked-out stuff.

Rest in ~~piece~~peace, old man. Or, since you didn't really surround yourself with much peace, maybe you should rest in chaos.

So I discovered the dangers of walking up and downhill for three hours in new shoes--thanks to the San Francisco Treasure Hunt, my calves are still aching. But demmit, it's fun running around, finding new murals I didn't notice before, and learning more interesting tidbits of San Francisco history.

But next year, I'm bringing better shoes...