Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

J Jorenko (10:58:25 AM): Schroe must go talk to the doorman.
Schroe Dot Org (10:58:30 AM): …  Why?
J Jorenko (10:58:51 AM): cuz :]
Schroe Dot Org (10:58:54 AM): …
Schroe Dot Org (11:09:02 AM): ….
Schroe Dot Org (11:09:16 AM): I thought you didn’t celebrate stupid little hallmark holidays ;_;
J Jorenko (11:09:25 AM): I felt like it
Schroe Dot Org (11:09:43 AM): I lub u ;_;
J Jorenko (11:09:53 AM): lub u 2.  You wouldn’t believe how rare blue flowers are.   Well, I just looked at a few flower sites to see who had anything in blue at all. I was hoping to make a varied thing but that’s all I could find :/
Schroe Dot Org (11:16:52 AM): ;_; lub u neway
J Jorenko (11:17:04 AM): yay!

A DREAM!!!

I don’t remember much about the beginning, but my parents were involved. We ended up at a Verizon store, and my dad was purchasing accessories for his startac phone. For whatever reason, he bought a bronze suit and tie to match his bronze phone. They bought me a gold phone with a new plan on it so that I had voice mail.

I said my goodbyes and walked out. I then stepped under the awning of a closed store and waited. I knew I was waiting for someone, but I can’t remember whom. My phone rang to indicate there was a new message. I flipped it open to look at it. As I was doing this, two black women drive up in a white car. One, in the back, rolls down her window and asks if I need a ride somewhere. This woman is someone I go to school with, though I can’t identify her. I tell her no, I’m waiting for someone. I hear an L train go by. “Oh, we’re right next to Jefferson Park,” one says. They drive off. (I’m fairly certain I’m still downtown, because the buildings are tall, and Jefferson Park is out in the ‘burbs)

Someone else stops by now. “Mike” shows up. I use the quotes because the guy’s name is actually Dan, and he goes to school with me. I say hi, an we chit chat a bit. I walk over to the other corner when we’re done speaking.

I start to listen to the message on my phone. Instead of it being a recording, it calls back the person who called me – Jorenko. I’m a bit surprised to hear his voice after I hear a ringtone that sounds classical (though I can’t place it now).

Someone across the street shouts, “Hold it right there, Michael!” I look up at “Mike” and see him freeze in his tracks in front of me. The shouting’s coming from a police officer across the street to my left. I stare first at one, then the other. The cop fires his gun, and I see the bullet slowly reach it’s target – a window above us. Only for a moment does it go out of view behind a green awning above the store. The cop fires two more times, each in slow motion.

Just as his partner is commenting on his success, fireworks go off. Apparently, the person they were shooting at had large fireworks in his hideout. The things flew everywhere, exploding in the sky, exploding on the street, breaking windows, destroying cars.

I curled into a ball, the phone to my ear, silent.

Roommate status: Lametria and Kara have moved out. It’s just Ashley and I in this two bedroom appartment until they move in new people in January.

#3 Rantt Ô_õ 10/18
Protoss make such good primates. Panel two was the most edited one, because I had to completely remove [name] because I didn’t want to reveal him yet. I’ll do it later. In another Hatt comic.
As for the last panel, it’s true. Something I learnt in history class – the wheat that they’d used to make their bread was all trippy.
“Claviceps purpurea, which is found on wheat, is a natural source of LSD.”
Amazing, isn’t it?

I’ve been consuming a lot less food lately. It scares me that I can’t finish a little frozen dinner thingummy.

The dream began with a woman outside hanging laundry. The woman looked to be in her early twenties. She had somewhat pointed ears, with straight black hair pushed behind them. She wore a white dress with a lavender bodice. Judging from the laundry that was being hung, she was recently made a mother. As she finished hanging her family’s laundry, she turned to the small ramshackle farming house she live in with her husband and infant son. The husband looked out the window at his wife while holding the sleeping child.

Then, they all died.

To elaborate, that is when the bombs fell. Explosions destroyed the home, the people inside, and the laundry outside. What was once seen as healthy farmland was now a leveled field.

Some time later, soldiers are searching the rubble for any survivors. Lifting a piece of rubble, a soldier finds that the woman is still alive, though injured. (Here’s the hentai part that makes my brain hurt. In every hentai I’ve seen/read, the woman ends up ENJOYING BEING RAPED.) The one who finds her tells another to hold her wrists while he undresses her and himself. The woman hasn’t got much energy left, but she still struggles. The soldier rams his dick into her, and the “camera” goes to a close up of her face. She screams with pain, but she starts to show signs of enjoying it.

As the soldiers are having their way with her, the camera then goes to another soldier in the distance. This one’s carrying a rifle, and quickly snipes the two that are molesting the woman. He runs down the hill he was on, and then to her side. He lifts her up easily and runs back to his base.

Once inside, he places her on his assigned cot in his own shabby quarters. She’s frightened that he’ll kill her, and she shouts at him in a language he doesn’t understand. He leaves her alone for the rest of the night.

In the morning, he presents to her a small basin with a sponge and towel. He places a new dress on a stool, and leaves the room. Taking the hint, she washes her self. (Hooray for “Shower” Scenes.)

While she’s washing, he’s in another room wanking, thinking of her.

She finishes washing and dressing before he finishes fondeling himself. She leaves the room, and searches for an exit. She stumbles upon the closet wherein there is a sniper.

(More reason I hate hentais) He’s embarassed, but she isn’t. She kneels in front of him and starts giving him a blow job. She swollows all of it.

Yeah, damn hentais ruin my brain.

#2 Rantt Ô_õ 10/17
The title is not done in any font. It is hand written. HOORAY!

Since Electronic Publishing is a class wherein I actually do something, you instead get an image of Wap Quoire that hadn’t yet been scanned.

During class today, the teacher was giving pointers on how to make a good layout. She pointed out that you needn’t start work on the computer right away. She instructed people to use paper and pencil when coming up with ideas, and, “I [the teacher] know it sounds old school, but use scissors and paste.”

You know, it’s fucking amazing.

I get a new host, and I copy over everything from the old host to the new one, including the server-side stats program that Ehost gave me. It is a rather nice stats program, so I left i there instead of using the one icdsoft gave me.

A couple months later, ICDsoft announces that they’ve got a new stats setup, and it can be found in yourdomain.com/stats/,

Intriguing – that’s the same directory that ehost used. Well, my Webalizer was still there, so I figured they didn’t overwrite anything and it was all good.

I just looked at someone else’s site that I know uses icdsoft and didn’t use ehost.

Guess which stat’s program they’ve got?

#1 Rantt Ô_õ 10/16
Okay, this is a new comic. Yeah, I know, I start too many, blah blah. As I say in the comic, I draw during the classes when I’m supposed to be taking notes. Now, not everything I draw during these classes can be used as a coherent comic, so don’t expect jokes and punch lines every day. Hell, don’t even expect good art. I fell very Dave Kelly-ish today, so don’t harm me.
Yes, I’m aware the comic says “10/15” – I have no concept of time, see.

And questions, comments, and insults should be made in this forum. Before anyone asks, this is not the comic that was mentioned in the “Throw it all away” thread.

Got off phone with mom. She says this is no longer a racist issue, but rather my dad feeling like I don’t love him.

wtf.

Where’s the after school special that I never watched that’s going to guide me how to deal with this?

Just got a phone call from my father.

“I’m sorry, but if you go through with this, you are no longer my daughter.”

“This” being moving into an apartment with roommates of my choice.

One of the other things he’s threatened me with was cutting off use of the cell phone.

I threw the phone. It’s broken.

If you’re reading this mom or dad, you fucking win. I won’t move in with Troy if it’s that fucking important to you.

I have a blue kitty-ear headband. I wore it ALL DAY.

1. Mom came to visit. Yay. Why can’t she accept that people of other skin colors exist and can be something other than what she expects?

2. Two days ago, Dennis, owner of Dennis’ Place for Games, asked me to burn a copy of Pump It Up: The Premiere 2. He’s got two arcades. One arcade has Prex, the other Premiere 2. He wants Premiere 2 at both. Andamiro says he has to pay $900 for the second copy. He doesn’t want to.

3. CD’s burned. We take it to the arcade. Wahey! The moment of another truth – we plonk the Premiere 2 copy disc into the Prex machine …

“Lock Error”

4. Well, sheet. We plonk the Premiere 2 original in the Prex machine.

“Lock Error”

5. As far as we know, the disc WILL work in the Premiere 2 machine. We’ll find out tomorrow. :]

6. Near as I can tell, the best way to solve this is to put the Prex lock code on the Premiere 2 copy disc, and it should work fine. I need to get my hands on the Prex, then. I’ll present this idea to Dennis tomorrow after I see …

7. My possible new apartment. Closer to downtown than I already am, but it’s west. Right next to the blue line. 3 bedroom, I’ll be sharing with Troy and a friend of his. They already said I get the bigger room.

8. Mom’s cutting off the extra money for rent that comes with my financial aid. Crap. Now I need a job, and fast.

9. I miss my Jorenko.

“You know coffee stains teeth, right?” – Lametria, said in a manner in which she was trying to get me to stop drinking coffee forever, because she doesn’t like the smell (which she expressed later).

That bastard TJ broke my fucking art supply case, and didn’t think anything of it. Fucker’s not coming back, ever.

Ghetto-bitch roommate Lametria decides to introduce me to her friend’s roommate, whom she assumes I’ll get along fine with because he’s a gamer, too.
Things I learnt about “TJ”
– He’s a hyperactive gamer dweeb. He is not, by any means, a geek. He knows nothing of hardware or tech, only of face-value of the systems he “collects”
– He’s pushy. Well, not really pushy, more like he doesn’t stay in his own business, or he has no regard for other people’s business. He came into my room, while I was in there, and just started sifting through all my stuff, giddily commenting on everything I owned. Yes, boy, you’re excited, but damn, couldn’t you have asked before you got all in my stuff?
– He loves anime. He’s got furry characters. He’s writing a story of his own. He told me about it. It’s no where near as well though out as mine, though I might just be saying that because I know what’s in my head better than his. Or I could be saying it because he told me the basic plot, and it didn’t seem like anything well-planned – A story writting for the quips rather than the grand plot.
– He’s a Team Artail fan artist. He draws well, but it’s mostly copy work with slight changes to hair and the like. All females look the same, but with different hair/colors, all males look the same, different outfits/hair/etc.
– Troy works in the photo department of Walgreens. Troy has seen some rather provocative photos of TJ.

I dragged the poor boy to the arcade, he was scared off rather quickly by the massive amounts of people kicking his ass at games he though he was great at.

Other things tonight – Troy asked me to get some songs and burn a CD for him. My burner has been on the fritz for a bit – I wasted three discs before it actually worked. I had to disconnect and wait a hell of a long time for it to work properly.

Troy just phoned me – he’s waiting for a bus in front of a bar, and a team of tow trucks (seven in all) are taking a large number of people away. People are running from the bar, bribing the towers to give the car back.

This may sound weird, but I have a blemish on my face that’s putting pressure on my temple and giving me a major migraine.

I just remembered something about the first and only auction I won on ebay. The seller was a friend/fan of mine from from Newgrounds that I hadn’t talked to for six months prior to buying from him. I didn’t realize it was him until he emailed me.

paulsucks.rep

Ettin, you wouldn’t have been saved by your one lurker, nor would you have been saved by your damned devourers.

You left the your based entirely undefended when you launched your attack. My defenses at the main base too out all but your sodding three devourers and three guardians. Then my third base, the second one you attacked, took out what was left of them.

What’s worse, you didn’t even have your expansions as functional. One spawning pool, one spire, etc. Destroy spire, no more mutalisks for you, because you didn’t make use of your expansions beyond resource gathering.

I sent my marines and SCV’s down to the base as you launched your 5th pitiful attack against my remaining base. Every one of those five attacks did no irreparable damage. Instead of building defenses for your base, you threw potshots at me.

Had I known that you were playing like that, I’d have sent my marines into your base instead of down there, and just left the SCVs by themselves.

You were razed by MARINES, Ettin. You should feel ashamed. Very ashamed.

While you were busy destroying what you thought was my only base, I was building the defenses for the other, and ignoring the main one. Main base gone? Who cares, I’ve already got all the upgrades for my marines, and I’ve got barracks elsewhere. :]

Why on earth would you empty your entire base of units when attacking?

I took out five overlords, five to seven smaller units, and four or five structures with one battlecruiser. Two wraiths throwing potshots should not take out several buildings, including a hatchery.

1/ The devourers were never in a location to see the marines and SCV leaving.
2/ I had enough depots at base2 to supply 50 more marines than what I already had. You also left only ONE standing at the main base.
3/ Yes, you’re an idiot for not keeping your base defended.

Your scourges would have only seen the Marines as they arrived. Not much you can do from that.

The one lurker you say cost you the game could have been easily cleared by any of the wraiths remaining wraiths of mine, when sent with the marines and vultures. Your lurker was worthless, just like your attacks – You’d make a dent, not break anything.

A lesson? For you to not assume that you’re going to win straight off, perhaps. You still play like a newb. >:| You’ve been playing more than I have, and I haven’t played in months. You should have gotten better, but you still play like you did before.

So proud you destroyed my main base, and you lost all your attackers doing so … and then those little shit attacks you pulled afterward …

Bah.

My roommate is threating to fail out of school to make her parents lose a lot of money, because she’s unhappy here.

Update 2:00 pm

She got off the phone and prepared to go out for a cigarette, so I joined her. She’s actually the only roommate I can almost tolerate right now, so I decided to play the “good friend” and listen to her vent. Yay me.

“Puh-lease. This is a FASHION school. Philosophy doesn’t apply to us!”
-Fashion student, IADT, Intro to Philosophy.