If you can't say anything nice...

3/16/05

 

Well, it's spring break so I actually had time to throw another comic together... this is actually one that I had left half-finished a while ago. I let it sit in hopes that I could think of way to make it better... it never quite felt right. But I needed something to give me an excuse to update the site so I finished it off and here we are.

I'm trying to decide the future of the site. I was planning on paying for decent hosting, but now I'm poor again, all thanks to having a job. I'm now a proud driver for Pizza Hut.

Yes, that's right. I am the pizza delivery guy. Or, I was.

You see, the thing about delivering pizzas is you have to have a car to do it in. When I applied for the job, this wasn't a problem. One my FIRST DAY, though, my car's computer stopped working, causing my battery to stop charging. Since I had to have my car, I got it fixed as quick as I could, shelling out $200 dollars in the process. After a week of borrowing my roommate's car, I was finally back behind my own wheel.

The night I got my car back, I had to work a really long shift. Around 11 p.m. that night, I was coming back from a delivery to a trailer park and was coming around a curve to get back on the main road back to "the hut". Just as I started the turn, I saw a deer on the side of the road (I'll call him "Forest", not because that's where he was born, but because he was probably metally retarded). Forest wasn't in the road yet, he was just standing very close to it. At this point, Forest was faced with a choice. He could run away from the big scary car, stay where he was, or merrily jump right in front of it for God only knows what reason... Forest chose the last option. I don't know why... I think he was suicidal because no one loved him. I only knew him for two seconds and I already crossed him of my Christmas list. Anyways, by the time I saw Forest I knew I didn't have time to stop, so I tried to speed past in hopes that he wouldn't do what he did.

The resulting meeting of deer and '91 Dodge Spirit was epic to say the least. This was a battle with no winners, only losers. Forest went airborne, doing some kind of twist-flip that would make Tony Hawk jealous. I screetched to a halt. Forest didn't survive his adventure, and will likely end up being taken back to the trailer park and mounted on a wall. Then he'll be forced to be the centerpiece to a fabricated story of how he was gunned down by Jimmy McRedneck, Mighty Hunter (who in fact had sold his shotgun two months earlier to make his truck payment).

The other, more tragic casually was Mr. Bojangles, my Dodge Spirit. Through the years Mr. Bojangles had caused me many problems, but had still served me well enough to carry me from Coast to Coast. Mr. Bojangles isn't dead yet, but he'll never be whole again. Even if I manage to fix the headlights and straighten out the hood, to fix everything would cost more than it's worth. I'll try and keep him alive through the end of the semester, then he'll have to be put down for good.

So basically, now I'm in the perverbial hole and have to pinch my pennies, so it looks like I'm sticking with Keenspace for now. I'm thinking about redesgining the site anyways, but we'll see if I find the time and creative energy for that. I'd rather put my effort into making funnier comics, come to think of it.

Well, I'm going to go see what kind of bachelor chow I can manage for lunch.

-Mike