so yesterday i didn’t really do anything that i’d call leaving the house except for a brief scurry to the deli for a veggie sub. and i have to say, that whole not-doing-anything was just deliciously relaxing. because you know how exhausting quake can be, right?

if you have somehow neglected to do so already, i suggest rather emphatically that you go read the tycho’s newspost today. it’s the kind of humor that you just don’t see every day. and maybe that’s for the best - he is a bit liberal with the dark monikers, heehee. and speaking of tycho - it’s nice to see that someone understands orange juice like i do. kids these days - no love for the oj, i’m telling you.

i’m still kind of groggy this morning. i suppose it’s a function of it being monday and all, but i really wouldn’t mind being just a little closer to conscious. spencer went and got me sick, too, or so it seems - the Throat of Doom approacheth.

i have no idea who makes the first pot of coffee here in the morning, from which i pour that oh-so-essential immediate cup when i arrive, but i’m starting to wonder why he/she bothers. this stuff is so watery and weak that it can’t really be called coffee - more like a coffee-flavored beverage. the substance that i am consuming now is to coffee as yoohoo is to a chocolate milkshake. you see where i’m headed with this? i’m implying that there’s someone in my building who’s either a caffeine wuss or is just really inept in the coffee-making set of skills.

oh, and for those of you for whom my cdnow debacle burns within your hearts: take comfort. after a rather heated exchange, they’ve agreed to mail me a replacement order, which i’ve just received shipping confirmation on. now it’s just a matter of it arriving at my house without someone stealing it out of my mailbox. i love brooklyn, i do. wait - no i don’t.

so a lot of people came here yesterday from penny arcade. and i didn’t get any hate mail, so i’m hoping you weren’t disappointed. for those of you who like to get your quake on as much as myself, i mention again [horse. dead. beating. woo!] that spencer runs a quake server where i’m frequently to be found sometime after 6 pm est. it’s quake.peepshow.com, or 216.213.36.210 if you prefer that whole ip thing. i am right now making that difficult transition from being a keyboard-only player to making use of a keyboard-and-mouse combination, so my reflexes have gone all haywire - come take advantage of it [as tycho and spencer have so successfully done] and kick my ass!

goth comics. you know you love them. gloom county will touch a soft spot in the heart of those who remember opus, while growing up goth is a creation i discovered only recently, but am very glad that i did. angst boy: you have to love it, if only for the name alone. the gothik girls, or as meninas gothikas are what happens when someone goths the fuck out of the powerpuff girls and then translates the result from portugese into english. in terms of print comics, as in comic books, you know slave labor graphics got it goin’ on: jhonen vasquez writes material with a certain goth appeal, intentionally or not, but you’ve probably already heard of both johnny the homicidal maniac and i feel sick. roman dirge’s lenore is another perennial favorite, while gloomcookie is a fiesty relative newcomer to the slg scene. last but certainly not least is the multitalented voltaire, with his adored oh my goth! series, a second incarnation of which is underway right now. good lord, this linkage is outta control.