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July 8th, 2002

The Day

Powerpuff Girls was good. :) I recommend it. But you'll have to see it quickly, because it's not exactly raking in the cash, and will be gone from theaters in a week or two.

No strip tomorrow. Strip Tuesday. I just didn't want to, today.

Neverwinter Nights continues to be fun but nothing special.

I would kinda like it if people stopped using me for a springboard into heated debates for a few days. I'm getting stressed.

Three days of work, and then AnthroCon. :) I hope it's good; attendance is likely to be down a bit this year.

I am getting a new drafting table and stool tomorrow. I have no idea where I'm going to put it.

I'll be glad when summer's over.

I can't think of anything else at the moment. :) So, g'nite.

-The Gneech

Jackalope

Behold the noble jackalope
vicious fangs and gleaming eyes
he lives a life of freedom
under western skies

a cousin of the pooka
that rare and skittish breed
the jackalope shares none
of their shrinking violet creed

For he has mighty antlers
and his jaws will never fail
to tear you a great big new one
if you mock his fluffy tail

But beneath this prickly honor
he is not an angry brute
in fact in normal circumstance
he's actually quite cute

He is a strange enigma
that much is plain to see
a cuddly little bunny
who shouts "Don't tread on me!"

So treat you well the jackalope
if you ever get the chance
underneath the western stars
to see his ancient dance

Be courteous and friendly
be respectful and be nice
or else you risk your neck
on the luck of ancient dice

I know from hard experience
I am not a ranting nut
I stepped upon a jackalope
and he kicked my sorry butt.

-The Gneech

The Jackalope

Originally published at gneech.com. You can comment here or there.

Behold the noble jackalope
vicious fangs and gleaming eyes
he lives a life of freedom
under western skies

a cousin of the pooka
that rare and skittish breed
the jackalope shares none
of their shrinking violet creed

For he has mighty antlers
and his jaws will never fail
to tear you a great big new one
if you mock his fluffy tail

But beneath this prickly honor
he is not an angry brute
in fact in normal circumstance
he’s actually quite cute

He is a strange enigma
that much is plain to see
a cuddly little bunny
who shouts “Don’t tread on me!”

So treat you well the jackalope
if you ever get the chance
underneath the western stars
to see his ancient dance

Be courteous and friendly
be respectful and be nice
or else you risk your neck
on the luck of ancient dice

I know from hard experience
I am not a ranting nut
I stepped upon a jackalope
and he kicked my sorry butt.

-The Gneech

(Originally posted in my LiveJournal.)

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Is There a Point?

It's like automatic writing
I don't mean to be impertinent, but
she's gonna think what
she's gonna think...

  -Jazz Butcher Conspiracy, Honey


I wonder why I bother sometimes. :)

-The Gneech
Harlan Says, by the Jazz Butcher Conspiracy

Well I've been bouncing off the walls
Cause that was all I had to work with at the time
I had nothing to say
I got a message from a friend
He keeps his number in the phone book
But I don't use it
I got nothing to say
We never ever spoke
But I listen what he tells me
Ooh I wonder what he'd tell me
I know I've got to think accurately
He doesn't suffer fools
Time's a-wasting
So now I've got no mouth but I'm still screaming

Chorus:

And Harlan
Harlan says we're not alone
But I'm still waiting
With all these rags
By my telephone


There's a mad old boy in a Batman baseball cap down at the intersection
Waiting till the cavalry arrives
Like every day had its own meaning
Everyone would have its colour
So did numbers...
What the hell, it's only our lives.

Chorus:

And Harlan
Harlan says we're not alone
But I'm still waiting
With all these rags
By my telephone


Jefty is the boy next door
And Jefty is five
The same as he was in 1954
A boy and his dog
Alone against tomorrow
Alone against tomorrow
People could lose their grip
And deep below the Earth
In caves the size of Africa
Infinitely slowly
The pain is rarified and tainted to our special needs
Always
Cause I can't live with myself if living's without you

Chorus:

And Harlan
Harlan says we're not alone
But I'm still waiting
With all these rags
By my telephone


Oh there must be millions like us
Millions
Outside

You know all about it...

And I'm standing here
While you know all about it
You know all about it

There's one more thing, girl:
It's so tough knowing where you are...

It's so tough knowing where you are
And I just don't seem to get out that much these days.
I want to hold you in my arms.

-The Gneech

PS: Just about my favorite band in the universe, or certainly one of the top five, singing about somebody who's had a big, if indirect, influence on me. How can I not like it?

Must Divest of Stress, That Would Be Best

I find myself seeking refuge in mindless activities, which can mean only one thing: I'm stressed about something. Not sure what, not sure where, but something is walking up and down my spine, and I need to hunt it down and ruthlessly eliminate it.

Meanwhile, no strip in the a.m. Hopefully it will go up in the p.m. I need sleep now.

-The Gneech

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