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| Comic Archives for Tuesday, October 1, 2002 |
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Entry: 3/Oct/2002
I hate my scanner (this will be a running theme for eternity) and especially Ulead iPhoto
Plus. Because I cannot afford the nice manga paper (and because of the method I use to trace
the comics), the scanner requires me to stack about three sheets of white paper behind the comic
unless I want it to cover the picture with a smoky haze, which makes coloring a pain in the butt.
No matter how meticulously I align the image with the boundaries, it scans it in some diagonal
plane, making the scanning process in itself another pain in the butt. It only goes downhill from
there. So you people in the forums who are reading
the strip, now you know why the coloring is so bad: Simon is a cheapskate high school student.
End of story; see you later.
Entry: 7/Oct/2002
In other news, the Utah trip draws ever closer and Berkshire High's
Spirit Week is in full swing in anticipation of Homecoming. Today is pajama day (and yes, I'm
writing this while wearing a bathrobe and slippers, etc.), tomorrow is hillbilly day, and Wednesday
is Decade Day. I plan to run out screaming.
Entry: 4/Oct/2002
Nothing to do the whole day, but I couldn't do anything
for the strip because the girls in charge of the school newspaper left a really
embarrassing message on the computer background last time I did. To top it off,
they spent a good twenty minutes of Journalism class chewing our butts off about
other things that only matter to editors who are too nice to cut an article, but
rude enough to do everything else. Mind you, this was AFTER they lost a whole
page of cartoons that Jack did for the paper and would only accept two of the
remainder. Then I got yelled at by the principal because he saw a scholarship
application essay I was writing and thought it was too cheeky. And naturally,
the yearbook staff announced the "Senior Superlatives" today, and I got voted
into the category I asked everyone NOT to write my name for. I don't know why
I got up this morning, and I'll be up late doing the mascot jig. Whoop-de-doo.
Wake me when it's over. |
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