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Friday, August 20, 2004
Late sleepers and dynamite monkeys
New Space Monkeys! comic is up. If you've seen Napoleon Dynamite, we really hope you like it. If you haven't, we hope you like it anyway.
We're going on a brief (one-week) hiatus on the comics to get our strength back up for the fall.
I was on KVUE this morning (there was befouling of the scheduled appearance yesterday, purely my fault, and I'll write about that later when it seems more funny than horrifying) and it went well. ¡ahora sí! is out in the market and we're getting positive feedback. It's cool. We're thrilled and working our asses off on issue 2 and life is good, if hectic.
I'm a little sad to be missing Journalcon this year. They're always 10 tons of fun and after helping organize last year's, I know how much work goes into putting it together. So congrats to the DC crew and I hope everybody out there is having a blast. Post lots of pictures.
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Recovered. Things are cool. The section looks awesome.
In fact, you can sorta get a sneak preview here and look up where to find it in Central Texas.
And if you're in the area, you can see me on TV very early tomorrow morning (no, don't get up. TiVo it, if you can) talking about the new newspaper on KVUE's Daybreak show. They tell me I'll be on about 6:25 a.m.
I promise to sleep this weekend.
Death: Day Two
The death march continues.
God thought it would be funny to reincarnate me so that I could be killed by work again.
God's a funny motherfucker.
It's 1:30 a.m. with no end in sight. At 9:30 a.m. this (er, yesterday) morning, I had to give a speech in front of all the company managers about how kick ass we are and how well everything is going. Then I worked and worked and worked and never went to my car to go get lunch but instead stayed at my desk and didn't see cool unseasonably cool weather all day because I was inside. I'm still inside.
It's 1:30 a.m. I can't even believe this is happening.
Man. This whole Prometheus thing with the vultures and the picking really sucks. It better be worth it.
Monday, August 16, 2004
Death update '04
Still at work.
Came in at 9.
In the a.m.
It's 10. In the p.m.
I'm never going to leave work. They're going to find me here with sixteen cans of Vanilla Coke on my desk and some cold pizza that I gnawed at before my spine snapped and I fell face-first into the big, aging monitor that farts when you turn it on.
I'm going to die here. I know I am.
So thank you everybody who read Terribly Happy lo these almost four years. I really thought I'd make it to four years, but I didn't know that editing a Spanish-language newspaper could crack your spine and make you die at your desk.
Bye Mom and Dad and PJ and Rebecca. You guys were like family to me.
See ya Rob and Piña and Pamie and AB and Lori and Tippi and Glark and Viv all my other online peeps I'm too spine-cracked to link to here.
Some of my co-workers (most of whom are also still here), keep asking me if we're going to leave soon. They ask me with pleading eyes, as if I have any say on the matter. I've decided to tell them the truth:
"We're all going to die here. It'll be like Valley Forge with a T1 line. We'll die, but we'll die knowing the latest Athens medal winners before we go."
Goodbye, cruel world. I'll miss your root beer floats.
New Space Monkeys comic is up. Think of it as "Movies This Week" in comic-strip form.
Crazy, busy weekend: Our first issue of the Spanish-language newspaper comes out Thursday. Work, work, work, work, work work...
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