92% True.
Seriously, this was about the most unencouraging encounter at Berkeley.

Because you really shouldn't try that walk at noon.

So this is the part of this blog where you ask me questions and I answer them.
AND GO.

(Status of this weeks comic: 25% done)

So, I've had an exhausting weekend and was unable to finish the comic I had for the week. I was about 80 percent done and it was a grand accomplishment of all that is witty and well drawn and such. So today, I was all "YAH I'M GONNA FINISH THIS RIGHT BEFORE I GO TO BED".

So I log onto Flash
And can't find it.
Anywhere.

Searched this entire goddamn macbook beast and it was gone, as if an electronic tornado of pure MALICE had ripped through my laptop.

The conclusion I came to is that there must be a blackhole leading to HELL that is eating my comic and all my pronz.

Also, I have a french midterm tomorrow.



*DANS, according to my French 1 Vocabulary means "INSIDE"

The topic of this comic is also the explanation for why it is late.

Woop!

So how was everyone's midterms?

hrawf hrawf hrawf.


Inspired by the peacecore chick and the LaRouch boy that followed me all the way to strada from the start of Kroeber (and damn, he was cute too :/)

And yes, I know many fine and lovely folks that clipboard. Did it stop me from doing this? no.