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Apologies for the general lateness of things. Many work projects donchano. The dawn of TMRHSNTVWQTPSSF Don't forget: the blurb writing contest ends Friday! Get your entries in! Do not jeopardize the prize-winning! For more information, scroll down... Once again, a strip based on something that really happened. Of course, the lives of my characters are so much richer than what really happens. I think as it went I walked up to somebody, said, "such and such paid me ten dollars to punch you, but for $20 I'll punch them instead," and they kicked me in the balls. No, I jest, but I sure as hell didn't get the money. It seems the people I work with are not that gullible, or perhaps I'm just a lousy salesman. As much money as this comic makes, or should I say, doesn't make, I'm inclined to believe that last one. Personally, I blame Saddam Hussein, and so should you. So a couple of weeks ago there was that runaway plane incident, and the next day I was all sore and stiff so I took the day off. While I didn't enjoy being sore and stiff, I did enjoy what happened next: some friends came over and we watched "The Simpsons" and "Malcolm in the Middle" and even rented "Signs" and just sat there in the glow of my giant TV spending quality time together. Later in the week, it hit me that my New Year's Resolution, to spend more QT with family and friends, was so fulfilled that day. Thus, I have decided that I am not going to work Sunday nights anymore. Instead, I am starting the tradition of migrating to Ryu's house for Sunday night television watching, quality time, and probably some sort of food. If that was an initialism it would be something like TMRHSNTVWQTPSSF. Yikes. If you are in the Sea-Tac airport area around 5 p.m. and want to get in on some of that, by all means, stop by. It promises to be a good time. Not good in the sense of traveling to distant lands or having sex with hot people of your preferred gender, or even eating really good fudge. More of a good in a "boring, but better than sitting around your own damn house, and certainly leaning toward the rejuvinating side" sense. Except for next week. I have other plans. Sorry. Now then, for some blurb contest info. You might be wondering what you should blurb about. You might want to write a politically-charged statement about Iraq or something, and if you do, it should be something new and interesting. "I am against the war in Iraq" has already been said, so, you know, keep that in mind, What I would really like is something funny, like, a funny story, fiction, or non-fiction. It can relate to Decorative Edison. In fact, it would be better, but not requisite, if it did. In fact, if it was interesting and related to Dece I'd like it better than something that was slightly more interesting or funny and not related to Dece. But mostly what you should do is write something. Anything. Seriously. And e-mail it to me at ryu at dragon dash air dot com. That's dash, as in, a hyphen. Like, you type dragon, the you hit the hyphen key, then you type air. For that matter, you could mail it to ryu at atomic no space wang dot org. Use your imagination. Or don't. I'm really just filling space at this point, and I don't know why. It's not like I'm getting paid by the word, or at all. So I'm just going to stop. Now. Oh, by the way, you should read Achewood from the beginning. It's a damn fine comic. Makes mine look like pickled monkey ass. — Tuesday, March 18, 2003, 11:41 a.m.; On Location 
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