In mum's shower (ours is off-limits because it has a nice new door that will actually keep water from spilling all over the rug much better than the shower curtain and two-inch step did. Unfortunately, all our hair junk is in there, and we are forbidden to open the door until 5 PM tonight), the brush snapped like a twig when presented with my hair, at which point I said very sternly to the day "Day," I said, "You had best get better right now, as there is a lovely thunderstorm outside and I do not intend to waste such pretty weather on a bad day. Do you hear me? DO YOU?"
Apparently it did, because I got a nap with Gato and some vanilla soy milk. It will make my tummy unhappy later, but it tastes delicious now. Also, I had been making the :( face because Queen of Wands is no more*. This makes me sad, as it was one of the very few dependably entertaining webcomics that I keep up with. Then I saw today's Something Positive, and nearly snorted delicious vanilla soy milk out my left nostril (the right being stoically unaffected). I tend to fangirl a bit over the authors of comics I enjoy**, and that reminded me nicely that if Randy didn't have a girlfriend, I'd probably try to throw myself at him at least once***.
emperor_boy: You know, that's the thing about amerimanga. It's like.. they took the bad parts of manga and the bad parts of American comics and just threw them in a pot.
jenni_the_odd: I know.
emperor_boy: It's so sad.
jenni_the_odd: That is why we exist, Tish.
jenni_the_odd: To take the GOOD parts.
jenni_the_odd: And then BEAT THESE PEOPLE OVER THE HEADS WITH THEM.
emperor_boy: I can't wait, really.
jenni_the_odd: I will have my comics printed on bricks specifically for this purpose.
So Tish and I are gonna print up some... combricks. Bromicks? Comricks? We'll find a catchy title for them later. Lem's joining us. Somehow. And we will become famous. Yes.
*Am quite excited about the commentary, though. I love that sort of thing.
**Not in the OMG S/HE CAN DO NO WRONG OMGWTF!!!!11 way, more the sort of mild fangirling after a hilarious punchline that results from the knowledge that someone you like has done something good (or in several cases, horrible and evil, but really fucking funny). It helps a lot that the comic authors/artists whose journals I read are actually nifty and interesting people without factoring their comics into the equation. I like to reassure myself that this fact makes the whole mess slightly less creepy and weird. I am probably wrong. *goggly-eyes*
***Before he got a restraining order.