Atittude!
They rhyme. Sesame Street says so.
Anyway! I must admit it's nice to be posting here again with a bit of a purpose. The comic kinda died when Joe was busy writing his novel and unforutnately became bored with it again. As the rational and to-the-point guy I am, it's safe to say that I am the comic's harshest critic. I want this to work out, but in order for that to happen, changes had to be made. No one is motivated to do something they don't enjoy doing nor have to do, and no one laughs if they don't get the joke. That's what we're aiming for with 362 3.0; Joe has changed the art style to be more fun for him to draw, and Chance and I are doing our part to make sure each strip has individual humor while still remaining within the 362 realm. Before it was just stuff we found funny. Now we're extending the humor to what is both funny to us and something the reader can relate to or visualize. We're trimming the fat.
That being said, I'll be doing some script work of my own to keep the mental taxation off Joe's brain and to add a little flavor to the strip. Before that happens, though, most of what you see now is from Joe's noodle while he's still feeling refreshed and eager to draw. I also have a lot of shit on my plate keeping me sidetracked, and it's not going so well. Essentially, I'm getting sucked back into WoW because of my piece of shit xbox, I'm getting less sleep than I would like to be getting, it's cold outside, and even though I've been done with exams for a week now, the stress level is rising due to external factors too gruesome and personal to mention here. Mash that all together and you get a rather unpleasant-to-be-around Bobby. I may quite possibly have Seasonal Affective Disorder. Google it.
And on a closing note, it's quite liberating to be ourselves on the website after lifting the "family friendly" policy. It's not how we are at all and prevented the characters (and us) from fully expressing ourselves. As a firm believer of Net Neutrality and freedom of speech, it feels good to be able to show you what we're really like.
It's late. I'm tired. Oh yea, I still smoke. Despite the cold. I fucking hate the cold...
-Bobby
You deserve a happiness that sees no end.
In instances where your belongings begin speaking to you, it's best to consult with one experienced in these matters.
So Carwin and I have been experimenting with the much-hyped Google Wave and I must say, it's a swanky little piece of software. We were using it today to toss around my deeply flawed CSS code, which I have been having to learn for work, and it is so maddeningly intriguing. I find myself poring over every little thing like some ancient sorcerer and his arcane text, trying desperately with brow furrowed to make sense of its eldritch ciphers. Hopefully Carwin, a more experienced spell-slinger than I, can take me on as his apprentice.
As far as gaming goes, we haven't had a whole lot of luck at HQ lately. Bobby's XBox seems to have contracted some sort of affliction reminiscent of what Chance has been stricken with, except instead of flesh tearing away from bone, the console seems to believe it's overheating. Since Dr. House only takes human patients, we've had to turn to Superjew for help. In the meantime though, Chance has been bringing his over for us to enjoy the occasional video game repartée, which usually ends up as Bobby and I watching him play through Mass Effect again.
We're all very excited for Mass Effect 2, but I seem rather alone in my lust for the sequel to Batman: Arkham Asylum. I for one was very impressed with Arkham Asylum and would've stayed glued to The Couch if it weren't for the help of my digestive system deciding that if I wouldn't consume food, it would consume my spine. Already people are talking about if Two-Face will be the main villain, if the Riddler will make a return...the very thought of it all makes my venom sacs swell with excitement.
That being said, I'm still pressing on in my search for a 360 of my own (a 360 Arcade is what I'm looking at, but I have yet to compare the prices of one plus its starter package with a full-blown Elite), so that the 362 triad shall be complete. I must warn you, however -- once it is complete and our new tri-headed form comes through that fragile membrane that separates our world from that of XBox Live, you may have only moments to glimpse its radiance before you are obliterated. So I urge you, inscribe this warning into your grimoires of black prophecies so that you may yet survive the encounter. To those foolish enough to do otherwise, you've been warned.
Joe out.
your lifestyle to me seems so tragic
Life is good, yeah?
I for one, have a lot to be glad about. First of all, it's nearly Christmas break. Add to that I finally finished a massive project for one of my Lit. classes (which clocked in at 35 pages; ridiculous), and I found out why I've been ill and its getting better and I'm in a great mood. But wait, there's more. I finally managed to get Runic Games' tasty new adventure, Torchlight, working on my computer (my full thoughts on the game will come later). Screw you, Dell and ATI. And last but not least, 362 is returning from hiatus. Hiyaaah!
Enough good news, y'all need to hear about the sickness in me. About a month ago, give or take, I came down with some sort of respiratory bug that had me coughing my head off. Got some antibiotics for it, but it didn't go away. Fast forward to a week ago. I was coughing so hard that I thought I might actually die soon. Then I developed an unbelievable pain in my side, which felt a lot like the time Joe accidently stabbed me in the lung with a bowie knife. So I go back to the doctor and find out that its not pnemonia, like I was worried about. Instead, I seem to have coughed so hard that I tore muscle away from my rib cage. OUCH OUCH OUCH. But its getting fixed now.
Enough story time, I just made cookies and they want me to eat them.
Griff out.
