The Bipolar Freak Who Insists Upon Touching Me

Since this job has me filling in for a woman on extended sick leave, I get at least two visitors every day who, upon seeing the light on in the office, think that she's returned to work and stop in to offer their welcome-backs and good-to-see-yous and whatnot... and early into my second week in the office, she stopped in. No, not the attractive girl (wouldn't I love it if she had trouble keeping her hands off me), but The Bipolar Freak Who Insists Upon Touching Me. (more...)

Yeah, I said I wasn't going to remove any posts, but I took this one away. Not for censorship reasons, mind you -- fuck that -- but because I decided that, with a few illustrations and another paragraph or so, the entry that was here would make a great rant for Scary-Crayon. So if you missed it, don't fret -- a new and improved version will appear there soon enough. Mmmkay?

Stay tuned for The Bipolar Freak Who Insists Upon Touching Me...

Another quick comic piece -- Dusty Plastic HELL: Hot Flash #3. True story, this one. Happened at the bookstore on Sunday night. Enjoy! 🙂

Oh, and 899 unique visitors came to SC yesterday. That's insane. Who linked us? The site logs only account for about 260 referrals, and SC's core fanbase (unless it's grown substantially in the last week) doesn't cover the remainder. It's a mystery.

From work tomorrow: "The Bipolar Freak Who Insists Upon Touching Me".

So today is actually going pretty well. Time's flying, I'm not about to keel over from lack of sleep (oh, I came close a little earlier, but I'm okay now), the freaknerds are gone -- things would be quiet if not for those loud fuckers in the aanihmay office way down the hall.

Actually, I'm beginning to like the freaknerds, or at least some of them -- apparently it's really only a few of them (like some members of the aanihmay club who join in the reindeer games) who bring the others down. For instance, when I was chatting with them today -- and I spent a good bit of time chatting with them -- they weren't irritating the hell out of me and I actually enjoyed the conversations. (more...)

I just watched a baby hang itself in the womb with its own umbilical cord.