10.19.02 (Morgion):

Hello loyal GerbilMechs fans! As you know, Monty is currently out of time, no doubt enjoying his time at UIUC in Urbana-Champaign... dirty, dirty Urbana. Hopefully he makes it to the CAVE (unavailable as of 11.03 am... dirty, dirty internet). Or at least, you know, finds some actual jobs at the job fair where there are hopefully more than a handful of employers NOT INCLUDING DIRTY MICROSOFT! Because there's absolutely no reason for a businessy MIS major like me to go to a programming competition if there aren't any jobs to be had... oh, wait, I'm not talking about Monty any more, am I? Stupid recession. That's right, the R word.

Anyway. The M&M I have wrought won't be as temporally irreverent as some of Monty's... in other words, it won't be early. It will, in fact, be late. I apologize profusely... Think of it as the great cosmic scales being brought back into balance after so many Friday afternoons suddenly becoming Saturday comic days. ;-)

A parting note... see The Ring. Now. Before it's dark. No, really, I'm serious... the credits freaked me out, and they didn't even do anything. I had a tension headache afterwards because of the suspense. Soooo good.

19Oct02 (Monthenor): BOOGIEBOOGIEBOOGIE!! MY PLANES DON'T FLY AND MY MISSLES LAND IN AFRICA!

20Oct02 (Monthenor): Monty: Excuse me, we were to understand there would be punch and pie?
Morgion: Well...there's not. And no comic, either.
Monty: Dammit. You're lucky I don't have a spare missle for Fargo.

Or at least that's how the conversation goes in my head.

10.20.02 (Morgion):

Well blarg. Yes, I know, comic should have been up by now, I have an obligation to... oh, wait, this is our hobby. Hell, then I don't don't feel the least bit guilty for sleeping in and taking my sweet old time building a library of talking heads for my little cast of characters.

I assure you, this minor delay will pale in comparison with what's to come... um, that's not right. It'll be good... that's it. Trust me.