Back (Momentarily)

So I got back this morning to find an email from Maddox saying he liked the submission and he'd be putting it on the list and then I went to his site and it's up already. Which basically rates a pretty fucking awesome out of ten. I got a couple of emails as well which was nice. So if you're here from the Best Page in the Universe I hope you enjoy what you read and stick around. If you don't then you're probably a douche bag anyway so whatever.

Considering the jump in traffic getting linked by Maddox will have given me I should probably make an effort to get a comic done in time for Thursgay. Even if it doesn't make anyone more likely to stay I'd feel like a dipshit if I spent the week after my comic was posted not updating my blog. So expect a comic by Wednesgay night (I'd save it for Thursgay but I have to go back to Port).

Port was pretty fun. It was good to see Manny again even if we didn't get that much time to hang out. I also spent time with his family and talked to his girl a bit more which was good. His little brother is a fucking cack. I spent saturday night talking about the internet, time travel and my plans to become a fascist dictator with Manny's Dad and his friend the Cuban. We were gonna play some Far Cry 2 but the twenty minute intro pissed everyone off too much so we just played Halo 2 instead. I drilled everyone again so I was pretty happy. Manny's little sister was playing Driv3r later and it reminded me how much better it looks than GTA3 and how much worse the gameplay is. Quickfingers didn't turn up, which is more than likely because he heard that Quickfingered was going to turn up. She was a little bit wierd, generally quite easy to get along with but I saw no justification for her earning her nickname.

We were supposed to be back last night but there was a crash on the highway and the road was blocked for hours so we didn't leave the house till 4am. Manny's dad is a hero. We got back into Sydney around 8-9ish. Long drives = cramped legs, headaches and general irritation with everything. Even sleeping doesn't help because you just wake up feeling like a bag of freshly beaten arse. I'm probably going back up tomorrow night (depends on his family) to help him move house and I'm not really sure when I'll be back. Bump's agreed to do some posting in the meantime and I'll try and convince him to stay on after I get back as well. He's a good sort, though you might get some odd posts after about five o'clock (five o'clock is beer o'clock).

Leaving is a pain because it means abandoning the blog and my other writing but what can I do? I'd email you a blog but he doesn't have a pc yet. Hopefully in future visits we will be more prepared. I'd try to look for a net cafe but port is a total shit hole. Anyway I'll get back to you guys later.