Some of you may remember the trouble I had with getting my paycheck. Well, apparently I just have horrible luck with getting things mailed to me. I ordered a new AC adapter for my laptop, because it's a Dell and it sucks and this is the third AC adapter I've had since I got the computer a year and a half ago. Next time, I think I'll go with a Mac. Anywho, I ordered it a week ago. It was supposed to get here on Tuesday. The online tracking thingie said that it had been left at the door at 8:50am. Guess what? No package. I waited, figuring they might have just updated it ahead of time. I went to the pool, and while I was there, I saw a FedEx truck driving through the neighborhood toward my building. I thought, Good, my package is here. About an hour later, I went back upstairs, expecting my package to be waiting at my front door. Guess what? No package. I called FedEx. They told me that, yes, it should have been delivered already. They would check with the driver to see where he had left it, and then they would give me a call. Tuesday went by. No call. Wednesday went by. No call. I called them again this morning. They said that the driver hadn't followed up on the issue yet, but they would call me when he did. Fantastic. Great job, FedEx. Apparently, the driver called me when I was in class. The message said that he "might have accidentally left it at 4737 Apt 202, instead of 4717 Apt 202." Where I live, each of the buildings has a security code that you need to get in. I only know the one for my building. There are two possibilities here: 1.) Whoever lives in 4737 Apt 202 returned the package, in which case I will have to wait until it somehow gets to me. 2.) A lot of these condos are vacant for most of the year, so there is a possibility that no one lives in 4737 Apt 202, and the package is just sitting on the doorstep. I think option #2 is pretty likely. This requires a stealth mission. I have to somehow get into that building. Maybe wait outside until someone goes in, and I can nonchalantly go in with them. Mission codename Death To FedEx is go.
So, I'm in this Web Site Essentials class. As part of our intro to the class, we were asked to post online to the class forum a little bit about ourselves, including our computer experience. I mentioned my webcomic. Big mistake. I have very little experience in web design. I know minimal HTML and CSS. But somehow, everyone assumes that since I have a webcomic, I must know ALL ABOUT web design. You know how much work goes into my web comic? 1.) I draw it with pen and paper. Usually during math class, when I should be paying attention to how to graph equations or something. 2.) I scan it. This involves putting the paper copy in the scanner and pressing one button. 3.) I crop it and clean it up in MSPaint. 4.) I upload it to the free blog site which is currently hosting my comic. See? Absolutely NOTHING technical involved there. My grandma could do it. But now I have this group project, and everyone is looking at ME and asking ME questions and expecting ME to do the hard stuff. Oi. I guess I have some extra studying to do.
Updated today, as well as every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. Also, it now has its own blog. It's called Makin' Babi, and you can reach it through the comic site. Thank you, thank you. No autographs, please. I'll be here all week.
Comic Updated! I want a zombie apocalypse as much as the next person. I'd rather have that than a stupid asteroid collision, or slow death from global warming. As much as I'd like it, though, it won't happen. That doesn't stop the enjoyment I get, however, from planning my zombie shelter, window shopping for anti-zombie weapons, or scanning news articles for possible zombie behavior.
Comic updated! Have a look! Definitely one of my new favorite books is Rant by Chuck Palahniuk. (You can see my review of it in the Book Reviews section.) I thought it was interesting that, in the story, the government had divided citizens up into night time and day time. As in, half of the people were allowed to be out and about only in the day, and the other half were only allowed to be in the city at night. It was implemented as a way to offset overcrowding in big cities. Citizens were allowed to apply for either "nighttimer" or "daytimer" status. It was definitely an interesting concept. Lately, my sleep schedule has been completely backward. I've been going to sleep around 9 or 10am, and waking up in the evening. And I wondered, would it be possible for people in cities to actually live like that, segregated between night and day? Would it be better or worse? An interesting thought.
Comic Updated! So, it seems that I have extremely bad luck with checks in the mail. I swear, every time a check is supposed to be mailed to me, something goes awry. The first time I noticed was three years ago when some stupid old man ran a stop sign and t-boned my car, and it took almost six months for me to get the insurance check. I had to call them and have them re-issue it, because they swore to God it was in the mail... Earlier this year, I had my stepmother do my taxes. When June rolled around and I still didn't have my tax return, I was getting suspicious. Turns out she'd written in my address wrong. It was another six weeks before I recieved the check... Now, at the beginning of August I worked at the World Bank for one week as an independent contractor, inventorying AV equipment. Fifteen dollars an hour. I should have had my check two weeks ago. So I called them. They said they didn't have my paperwork (W9, signed code of conduct, etc etc). They should have, because I faxed it to them before I even started the job, but whatever. They e-mailed it to me so I could fill it out and send it back. See, I don't have a printer. I also sleep all day, so going to the library is out of the question. So it took me a little while before I found a place where I could print the stuff out, fill it out, scan it, and send it back. I did all of that. I'd just put it in a zip file, and I went to my e-mail to send it. I had a message in my inbox from the paycheck people. They said nevermind. They'd found my paperwork after all. WHAT THE HELL? But anyway, I'll hopefully finally get the check next week. In other news, I thought my license was suspended. My insurance lapsed back in June, so I figured that at least by now they would have caught up with me and suspended my license. I was certain of it. So certain that I didn't actually go online to check. I waited until I had the money to buy new insurance (which I would have had sooner if I had my PAYCHECK!). Turns out my license was valid this whole time, and I've been driving like a grandma for no reason. Go figure. There is a reason that the name "Mallory" is Italian for "Bad Things."
Comic updated! Check it out! I've found myself reminiscing lately about TV shows that I watched when I was a kid. Most of them aren't on the air anymore. But they were great when they were around. I'm talking about shows like "David the Gnome," "Pirates of Dark Water," and "Salute Your Shorts." Maybe it's just me, but kids' shows today just don't seem as good as they used to be. Maybe it's because I've grown up (well, kinda) and I just can't get into them like I used to. What were some of your favorite shows growing up? (Oh, if you're looking for a show you used to watch, there's a very good chance you can find it on this site. I am addicted to it now. Enjoy.)
Comic updated! I'm sure that at one point in every kid's life, he or she wants to be a rock star. It's the fame of a superhero or a politician, but without all the responsibility. Your job is to be the center of attention. You know that one song that you just love, because it makes you feel something that you just can't describe? You get to write music that makes people feel that way. Sounds like a dream job to me. A lot of people, after they've realized how much the music industry sucks and how overrated fame is, move on to other more practical career dreams. Like engineering, or teaching. But I never have. Ever since I was old enough to know all the words to every song in "The Little Mermaid," I've wanted to be a singer. My mom has a lot to do with it, because she's been singing for blues bands since before I was born. Unfortunately for me, I can't really sing. I warble out songs in the shower, or by myself in the car. Sometimes I write lyrics to songs that will never have music, because I can't play guitar, and I'm to shy to share my ideas with anyone who can. So, my rock star fantasy is usually confined to coming up with really cool band names. Most of them I completely forget about. I really need to start writing these down. My favorite by far, though, is Scott Baiowulf. My best friend and I came up with it after watching "Cursed," a werewolf movie with Scott Baio. And of course, Scott Baio is awesome. Only someone of complete and total awesomeness could play Bob Loblaw on "Arrested Development." So, I think that if my dreams ever do come true, and I do have a band of my own, it will have to be called Scott Baiowulf. I just hope that Scott Baio doesn't mind.
I've found that my self-esteem is directly related to how productive I am. At the moment, it's kind of a mixed barrel. On one hand, I'm quite proud of myself for finally getting my comic site set up. I've been devoting a lot of my time this week to editing my existing comics and drawing new ones. I hope that I won't lose interest in this project like I have in many other ones, because I think it could be successful if I stick with it. On the other hand, I'm unemployed and pretty deep in debt. This does not make me feel good about me. Apparently I'm not good enough to work at Bank of America or Wachovia. I guess retail management experience is below their standards. Perhaps I'll just go back to selling ridiculously overpriced women's clothing.