This weekend was lots of things that I needed it to be. 3 days is always a good place to start. Spent Friday (with the laydees who weren't roadtripping or entertaining family) eating schnitzel and spaetzle at Cafe Vienna and then wandering through the treasure trove that is Dallas Vintage. Spent the 4th at my dad's farm, and the drive down and back made me realize even MORE just how much I need a real roadtrip. Luckily, one is in the works: I am eagerly anticipating a September jaunt to the Monolith festival.
Also spent a surprising amount of time talking about comics: Chris sent me a link to this Dinosaur Comics, a strip I'd seen before but not regularly, and I hadn't realized how much I liked it:

I've decided I have a crush on this person (what does one call comic strip creators?), because he is cute and funny, and I adore cute and funny. Don't be jealous, xkcd boy (whose name I don't know). I still love you, too, but sometimes your strips are filled with a little too much math and physics and I have to shake my head and admit I don't always understand you. That's okay -- we don't always understand the ones we love. I'm pretty sure I always understand T-Rex, though. T-Rex gets me.
But back to Cute Comic Boy. Obviously I have to stalk him now. Well, not really. But I had to read his livejournal, because that's how I stalk people (just ask
bollix), and he had a really interesting entry about how the death of newspapers (sorry, Shannon) is actually going to be really good for comics. Because when most people think of comics, they think of the really, REALLY bad comics(or, as Big Bang's Sheldon puts it "optimistically named 'funny papers'") found in newspapers. And I'd forgotten just how BAD THOSE ARE. Until I clicked over to a link from his entry to Joe Mathlete Explains Today's Marmaduke which wasn't necessarily hilarious, but was shocking because it was probably the first time I've read Marmaduke in decade(s) and HOW IS THAT GETTING PUBLISHED? How?
Today I read and napped and etsy'd and baked chocolate chip cookies. And it wasn't 100 degrees, which is more than can be said about most of the days so far this summer, so I am happy.
Also spent a surprising amount of time talking about comics: Chris sent me a link to this Dinosaur Comics, a strip I'd seen before but not regularly, and I hadn't realized how much I liked it:
I've decided I have a crush on this person (what does one call comic strip creators?), because he is cute and funny, and I adore cute and funny. Don't be jealous, xkcd boy (whose name I don't know). I still love you, too, but sometimes your strips are filled with a little too much math and physics and I have to shake my head and admit I don't always understand you. That's okay -- we don't always understand the ones we love. I'm pretty sure I always understand T-Rex, though. T-Rex gets me.
But back to Cute Comic Boy. Obviously I have to stalk him now. Well, not really. But I had to read his livejournal, because that's how I stalk people (just ask
Today I read and napped and etsy'd and baked chocolate chip cookies. And it wasn't 100 degrees, which is more than can be said about most of the days so far this summer, so I am happy.
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