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

Just so I don’t forget to tell the joke when it’s appropriate:

My New Year’s Resolution is 1280×1024.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I never cried for anything like this before …

http://www.google.com/press/zeitgeist.html :o

#11 Rantt Ô_õ 11/19

I had this one planned for a while, but I never got around to drawing it. The content may or may not be humorous now, depending on your understanding of the situation.
Allow me to assist. The Sim in the red shirt represents my math teacher who looks surprisingly similar, both in face and dress. The female Sim he is speaking to is supposed to be me, even though I look nothing like that, and would never be caught dead in that color of sweater.

This is an actual conversation, wherein he was attempting to show the other students how easy it is to break down a number into its prime factors.

After Jorenko and I had finished watching some ReBoot episodes, I hit play on Winamp. The song was “Yoko Kanno – Adieu” from Cowboy Bebop.

Long distance relationships suck.

He never sees it, but I cry every time I have to say goodbye.

I don’t know what to hate myself more for: Falling in love and moving away, or making him fall in love with me and moving away.

It’s kinda hard to beleive that we’ve been together over a year already, and that most of that has been 250 miles apart.

Life both sucks and rules.

I had a dream that I lived in a three bedroom appartment with a bunch of people with “problems.”

The appartment was actually owned by a rather rude gay couple, who liked to rub it in people’s faces that they were only in this appartment because of their “kindness.” They stayed in the larger room, and had a kitchenette of their own.

One of the other rooms was occupied by a young man and his younger sister who had run away from an abusive home. The young man was around 18, while the girl was around 8.

I was granted the largest room in there because I needed the largest space. I had two children, twins.

Red is the gay couple’s room. Green is the young man’s room. Blue is my room. Yellow is the bathrooms. Cyan is the kitchens. Magenta is living room/loung areas.

My children, one male, one female, named Brendon and Melissa, dressed and blue and purple, went with me everywhere. (This is the only similarities with Home Movies that you’ll see.) Melissa had earned the nickname “Noah” from Dennis. I don’t know why, but whenever he saw her, he’d call her “Noah,” and make comments about Noah’s ark and such. Many people ignored Brendon, and often forgot his name, just calling him anything that started with a B.

I took very good care of my children. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I hated it when my family (not immediate family) came to visit, though. They would always bother me about the obvious, and offer advice on how to raise kids.

One day, the gay couple kidnaps Brendon to torture me. I’m looking all over for him – I check the young man’s room. I wake up his little sister, so I get her a glass of water when she asks for it. The water barely runs from the kitchen faucet, so it took a while. After I put her back to bed, I knock on the gay couple’s door.

They answer, both of them are bleach blonde, one with bishie-short hair, the other with a crew cut. The evade my questions, and giggle slightly. One had been on the computer at ebay.

I return to my room and start searching on ebay. I find a listing for a 3 month old child (Brendon). The seller name is one of the gay men. I storm in and grab my child back from them – they had him on a small matress in their lounge.

A few days or a few months, I couldn’t tell, later, I took the kids to watch the little league game of the little girl’s. Dennis was still calling Melissa “Noah” and he loved making my kids laugh. He was being like a grandpa to them. I asked him to watch my kids while I ran off to the port-a-loo, and when I returned, the kids were not there, not even their carriers, strollers, or bags. Dennis wasn’t there, either, and the others from the appartment had left.

I looked all over the park for them, and couldn’t find them, so I took a bus home.

Back at the appartment, it was silence. The young man and his sister were not home. I knocked on the door to the silent lounge beyond it, where the gay couple stayed. They didn’t answer, so I barged in. They were on the couch, making out, and my children were not in sight. I searched all over their room, their bathroom, everything. No sign of the twins.

I was more shocked and confused than worried.

[01:17] * Schroe laughs so hard from tickling Ettin that she falls over laughing.
[01:21] * Ettin raises the couch and climbs out
[01:21] * Schroe falls unconscious
[01:21] * Ettin sits on the couch and sleeps
[01:21] * Schroe vows to give Ettin a serious ass-pounding when she comes to.
[01:22] * Ettin is now wearing metal underpants

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[23:45] [Schroe> Wait a sec …
[23:46] [Schroe> is the @ …
[23:46] [Schroe> … and OPpendage?

schroe is a dimensional traveler and owner/ leader of the corkie commune
schroe is reached
schroe is a big collection of
schroe is the new site maintainer mentioned in the latest what’s new
schroe is going have to delete one of these posts
schroe is my friend

amanda is
amanda is ready and waiting for
amanda is pretty or

amanda schroeder is glad to take advantage of the uhsc for many reasons

I had a dream about Dennis’ – I was playing a pinball game right by the door. I was doing so well on it that it was like, “Why am I even playing? I don’t even like the cheering.” Yes, people were watching and congratulating me on a game well played.

Dennis then came in with his brother. (He doesn’t have a brother in real life, not that I know of at least.) I’m ushered over to the dancing games, because that’s what I’m supposed to be playing.

I passed up the PIU machine for the flashier display next to it – Technomotion. The deal with this setup was amazing. You selected songs by physically walking through a display of hanging banners, grabbing the banner you wanted, and taking it to the DJ.

Someone picked a song for me; It was something I’d never heard of. The song started, and I got a glimpse of the board on a huge screen – this game was so intricate that you not only had to hit the step, you had to hit it on the correct sensor.

After the kid who challenged me and I finish the song, both passing, I with a higher grade, I ask him what level that was. “Oh, six or seven.”

I leave to look for the next song, and, while browsing, I see Traci D. (Strangely, she did not say “I know!” through the entire thing.) She and I caught up on the details of life. I showed her my “replacement Squee” which was some guy I was hanging out with. RS and I walk TD to the back door, where little Dennis lets her out. The back room that leads out was also a lift, which kinda freaked me out.

Back to the game now, someone stole my song. I wait for the next one, and I ask someone to grab one for me. While someone was browsing through, they hit the sample button for a song. I heard it and looked at the vid screen, where it was showing parts of the video.

The song was Subsonic Digital Electronics by Bass 305 (Though it was called Digital Bass in the dream) and the video was … Reboot. I scream at them to start the song, I want to dance to this.

They grab something else, time expires, and someone else takes my dance. I boo her off the stage in the middle of the song, then walk off.

“Hey, girl, you got the money you owe me?” says Maria.

“…” I reply. “You still owe me for the phone bill.”

“What?!”

#9 Rantt Ô_õ 11/11

I love Jorenko.

#10 Rantt Ô_õ 11/8

I love Dr. Lee influences.

Maria: (insert long one-sided conversation about nothing in particular in which she repeats herself five or so times) “… haha, you’re so funny, you’re like, ‘Ah! Our school’ and you hide behind the door, haha, the commercial for our school comes on and you’re-“

Me: “Yes, I understand that you find my actions humorous, but do you have to repeat it fifteen times?”

Maria: “Well, you look like you don’t get it, so that’s why I repeat myself, like you’re giving me this ‘huh?’ look, you know?”

Me: “It’s more of a look of ‘Why the hell is she repeating herself?”

Maria: “You take so long to respond, you’re like, haha, wait wait wait ‘this is why'”

Me: “That’s because some people actually take the time to think about what they’re going to say before they say it.”

Maria: “Haha, you’re so funny. What do you mean by that? I don’t get it.”

Me: “I figured it’d go over your head.”

Maria: (as I am walking into my room) “Hahah, you’re so funny, Amanda, you scare me.” (returns to watching Jerry Springer).

We moved the PREX machine; it’s facing a different way. The 2nd-player side of the stage is next to the window, so when people look in, they have a better view. I was the first to play on the new setup and it was damned cool. In Another Truth on Doubles, there’s a part where its a bunch of 17 and 39 doubles, and it ends on the 39 of the right side. There was a lady standing right outside the window, watching. When I hit the end step, she flinched.

“You’re my witness,” she says to me, and grabs my forearm.

I yank it back and say, “No.” She looks at me, confused. “I didn’t see anything. I wasn’t there for any of it. I’m not part of this, do not bring me into it.”

She was shocked that I wouldn’t agree with her.

I don’t remember much, but it started with started with my confusion as to why there were several technology related things hanging on a wall in our apartment (though it didn’t look like my current one). I asked Ashley if they were hers, and she said no. I looked at one item, an indigo-cased photo printer with images saved onto its drive. All the images were of me and Jorenko. I looked at another item. Everything within it related to Jorenko and myself.

I walked outside, and then to a mall. Jorenko was with me. There’s some kiosk set up to assist people in learning to use computers. I decide to look at it. The tutors weren’t very good at their job. They refused to explain things in a manner in which the people they were teaching could understand. They kept using only the technical terms, and confusing people more. I stepped over and tried to explain something to someone so they’d understand it, and the suit-n-tie technician that was instructing him got pissed off. He told me to stay out of this and let him do his job.

Hrmph. How rude. I tapped him on the shoulder, and asked him his name. It was Alan Boihd. (Dunno the name at all in real life.) “Well, Alan, I’m Amanda, and I think you’re doing a pretty crappy job at your voca-“
“Well, Amanda was it? I think you should leave now.”
Hrmph. He turned to face his coworker and strike up conversation with him. I leaned over and whispered to him, “You’ll pay for your crimes…”

Jorenko then pulled me away, and I continued to complain about how rude it was of the man to ignore me, and how rude it was for him to ignore that the person he’s teaching isn’t understanding anything.

We walked to another a store and browsed the art therein. Jorenko accidentally stepped on one of the artworks while trying to look at another, so I quickly ushered him out, upset that he was such a klutz.

Into yet another store we went, and we bought some sunglasses.

While walking to the next place, we saw the side of a store called “M. Boihd, A. Boihd.” The Boihd brothers owned their own store, and the M was an artist, while the A was a tech. I felt the strong urge to cause their place much damage, but I held back.

It was near closing time for the mall, but my sunglasses weren’t fitting right, so Jorenko and I ran as fast as we could. We caught the store as it was closing, and the owners didn’t notice us in it when they locked up. Great.

Jorenko looked around for a way out. I set about looking at the merchandise. I found a bedroom setting, and turned on a tv in there. The TV blipped out rather quickly, and a monster jumped out of the closet. The monster pinned me in a corner between the bed and the wall and raped me. I quickly recovered and turned on the TV again. Jorenko walked in and saw I was watching an anime he’d seen. “Did you see the predator in the closet scene?” he asked. I just nodded.

Jorenko had come in to tell me he’d found a way out, but I didn’t follow right away. I instead grabbed a new cell phone and a new pair of sunglasses. Jorenko asked me, “What use are those things to you? You can’t change the settings yourself.”

While I was still looking for the glasses I wanted, I said to him, “You know, I realized something: this is my world and I control it.”

We walked outside, and I made a point that I controlled it by causing damage to the Boihd store without even touching it. I put on my sunglasses and walked off, but Jorenko didn’t follow me.

#7 Rantt Ô_õ 10/29

Today’s comic stars a hunting Kerin-Schroe. It also stars a hunted Rat.

And then a Jorenko.

Well, that was interesting.

She walks into my room.
“Are you up now? I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh! So how was the party or whatever with your boyfriend? Good, blah? Huh? What? Are you awake? Are you sick?”
She finally shuts up long enough for me to answer, “I’m tired.”
“Oh, you scared me girl, you were like, speechless, okay, so I’ll just go now. Oooh, donuts!”
She looks at the box on my bed, and then at me, expecting me to offer her one. Then she leaves after a brief silence.
There were a lot more words on her part, but I don’t recall the exact ones. Just add a bunch of repetitious nonsense with no space in between sentences to allow another person to answer.

#6 Rantt Ô_õ 10/23

The only thing I have to say about today’s comic is:
“On a single toss of one die, find the probability of obtaining:
a. a number divisible by 3 (for example, 6 is divisible by 3 because 3 divides 6 evenly; that is, the remainder is zero)
b. a number divisible by 5
c. a number divisible by 2
d. a number divisible by 1
e. a number less than 1
f. a number less than 7″

This is from a college level math book.

And there are people in my class who do not get it.

#5 Rantt Ô_õ 10/22

Philosophy class today.
Philosophy is a pretty funny history to study, because it’s all about thought. The old philosphers thought one thing, and the modern philosphers (represented by the child) took it further, which would have blown the minds of the old schools. Some of the things said in modern philosophy would be considered blashphemy in ancient times. As for the final panel, the spider takes it one step further and blows them both away. The text in the comic is nothing more than: (Teacher) Question everything. (Child) Why? (Spider) Why not?

#4 Rantt Ô_õ 10/21

This is dedicated to some guy at my school who’s almost thirty and acts like a sixteen year old who’s pissed off at his parents for not letting him drive to a concert of his favourite band outside of town with his four friends.

It’s also dedicated to a friend of mine who was a friend of his until he finally proved himself to be too much of an asshole. Here’s what she had to say:

“Ouch. Heh, That’s really funny. That’s really … fuck … hah! Heh, I had to read it again. That’s just really great. I’m going to be grinning all the way to bed.”

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.