IF HE HAD BEEN THE MAIN CHARACTER IT WOULD HAVE BEEN CALLED FIFTH SENSE (DUDE CONRAD I'M SORRY YUKO THOUGHT OF IT DDD: DON'T BEAT MEEEE)
It's well-documented around here that Conrad actually doesn't have any sense of smell, but it's one of those things that we tend to forget. In a lot of ways it's pretty similar to how forgetful I am about Hawk and Ramadan ... except in this case everyone forgets, so maybe I am just being a jerk to Hawk.
Hey guys! The next update will come a little later than usual ... we try to have the comics up between midnight and 3 AM, but Yuko just cranked out an Applegeeks comic and it's not happening until the morning. Check back Thursday during the day, it'll be up! Yuko's already got it all sketched out. :D
Conrad's birthday is towards the end of December, so it was cold and we all had to spend the day working so we wanted to do something pretty relaxed and local. Dave and Busters is right up the road, so we went there and played Ghost Recon and Conrad played Pump, and when Mike arrived he bought Conrad a few drinks. We sat around and talked - Mike told us about his time in Iraq and then we started talking about the Air Force generally and somehow, last call rolled around.
That's Yuko's mom in the comic there, and the offender is one of her two cats, Gonta. Gonta is named after Yuko's Dad's old cat, who was a cat that was secretly a dog. I'm visiting with Yuko's folks during the holidays, although maybe it is also true to say that I am visiting Mika (the other cat) and Gonta.
I really like cats.
The first time I heard about Netflix it was one of those, "Damn, I should have thought of that" moments. For the record, I am a big fan, for more than just the entertainment value - Netflix is a good example of capitalism at work. In Netflix, your Blockbusters and Hollywood videos finally had a tough competitor, which was great because they could no longer charge their outrageous rental fees. It's a measure of how successful Netflix has been that rental outlets have been closing down left and right ...
Conrad came out of his room with this huge ziploc bag full of quarters, and this is more or less the conversation that transpired, transcribed here for your amusement. You'll also note Conrad's rave-appropriate attire - glowsticks and glowloopies and glowglows and glowy-glow-mcglowertons. This is largely what I know about raves, although the rave-knowledge I received in my youth has been modified somewhat by the conventions I've attended since. My friend Nick, who will go without last name, was the first entrepreneur to think to sell glowsticks at conventions ...