Your Geek For A Day!

What web comics do you read?

I’ve got a couple.  I try to avoid getting too caught up in them, I’ve got a bit of an addictive personality.  It’s one of the few things I miss about getting a newspaper.

I stopped getting a newspaper because I eventually realized two things.  First, I realized I was pretty much only reading the comics.  Second, I realized that the newspaper comics were no longer worth reading.  Calvin and Hobbes was gone.  The Far Side was gone.  Bloom County – gone.  Nothing else seemed worth reading.  Liberty Meadows is the only thing I think I might have missed.

And now I have web comics.  I love XKCD.  I like Explosm.  Guilty pleasure reveal – one of them is actually a relationship comic.  That’s almost as embarrassing  as admitting I used to read Mary Worth.  And I did.  I didn’t particularly like it, but it was on the page and I’m a little OCD when it comes to reading.  My relationship comic is Questionable Content, and it’s got a bit of an indie vibe that I like.

My friend Naj sent me a link, one link, to a QC strip.  It was funny.  I read a few more.  And by a few, I mean about 100 more.  At this point, I have absolutely no choice but to go back to the first strip and read the entire series.  I’m only in the 300’s or so, that’s not such a big deal, right?

A sane person MIGHT have checked to see just how many episodes there were.  I’m not a sane person, so the thought never occurred to me.  At least until around 800.  Now that I’ve jumped off the cliff, I decide to look and see how far down it is. 1500.  Yeah, there’s over 1500 strips.  And I know myself well enough to know that I’m going to read them all.  I’m a little OCD when it comes to reading.

Today was the first day at the gym.  I’m thankful for my iPod.  It’s technology helping me say I do not wish to talk to you.

I picked up some dream tickets today.  The Residents don’t get out this way very often, but they are playing Stubbs February 2nd.  And I’m going.  I’m taking Tara, too, because I think she’ll dig it.  If you have no idea who I’m talking about (and based on the looks I got at work today, many of you don’t), I’ll try and explain, but it’s not as easy as you might think.  They’re a band, but they’re much more, and a little less, than just a band.  Avant-garde is a term you might use.  It’s music, it’s visual art, it’s coneceptual.  And no one knows who they are.  Seriously, they keep it a secret.  The group is managed by a corporation, The Cryptic Corporation.  The founders of the corporation deny being band members.  The band members refuse to grant interviews.  The band members never appear unmasked.  Typically, the mask is a giant eyeball.  See the picture?  Suave, aren’t they?

Sadly, this means I have to miss something else really awesome on February 2nd.  The Alamo Draft House is showing Frankenstein Meets the Wolfman (1943).  I would love to see it on the big screen.  But it’s The Residents.

Oh, how I love living in Austin and having to make such choices.

I can’t think anymore.  Goodnight.