It was a banner weekend for us ... Yuko's laptop died (it was the motherboard), both of her wipers stripped during a storm, and I got a flat! Still, Yuko made a comic happen, through hardwork and tenacity. Hooray for Yuko! I like what she did in the background of the first two panels - it is a neat effect.
Anyway, I think that's all for us! We are tired, and now we go to rest.
(Oh, and thank you to Mohammad for helping us out on such short notice!)
... this joke takes a little bit of explanation unless you have a rudimentary understanding of Japanese. Basically, sukiyaki is a dish and daisuki means "to like a lot". So, if you really like sukiyaki and (terrible) puns, you can say "daisuki-yaki" and ...
*stares in Yuko's direction* Well, I know someone who feel compelled to say it every time we have sukiyaki at her parents' house.
I experienced a Rochester winter twice, which is misleading to say because Rochester winters never end. DC winters are considerably warmer and more pleasant, and there's less of a chance that some snowplow will pile snow in front of your driveway.
Rochester also laughs in the face of inclement weather - they don't shut down for anything. Alternately, DC freaks out if there's an inch of snow (I am okay with this, because you get a free day off).
There was an infestation of bugs towards the end of the lifespan of these plants so they got moved outside to the balcony. Now they're all dormant or dead, except for Wolf. ;_;
I named the spider plant Wolf as in Lone Wolf, because he actually hung across the room from the others, all by his lonesome. It was his solitude that ultimately quarantined him from the bug plague.
Blue, the strawberry plant, grew one large strawberry, which we were going to cut into four pieces so we could all savor it ... but then a squirrel ate it. D: What a jerk!
I'm sorry Yuko! I was distracted!
Anyway, yeah, Yuko did get me some wool socks for Christmas, but this particular pair of poinsettia socks is the warmest, softest pair of socks in the apartment. They are socks fit for a king, but really a girl-king because they are kind of girly. You see what I'm doing here? I'm breaking down gender-barriers. Also getting emasculated for your amusement.
HEY RIGHT SO this is an idea we had jotted down from a while ago. Yuko had this conversation in the car with her Dad on her way from Rochester to New Jersey ... she told me about it later and I couldn't stop laughing. I am laughing about it now ...
Everyone hears something during childhood that follows them far later into life than is strictly reasonable, and that something is always pretty embarrassing when it comes out. This was obviously one of mine (until a week ago) ... another one was mispronouncing "h'or doeuvres" (I used to pronounce it "hors devors"). A friend's father told her that the hazard lights switch in the car was the eject seat, and she believed it until she was in high school. I grew up eating my french toast with ketchup, and I didn't realize that was unusual till high school either.
Basically what we are trying to say is that if Michael Vick really wanted to bet on animals fighting each other, he could have just played some Pokémon.
(Yuko and I will be at Katsucon this weekend; please, if you happen to be there, come by and say hey! We love meeting you guys. )
Hey guys, the comic will up some time Tuesday! We're running a little slow here ... we didn't get back from NJ until around 7 PM today, so we've been unpacking and catching up on work that we missed. Yuko has actually already drawn and inked it, but we're both pretty tired so we're going to bed! Check back tomorrow - I'll twitter an update as well.