Belphegor - 05-14-2005 - Updated Tue/Thu/Sat

I didn't make it... for YOU!

This comic contains a homage to my good friends from the Golden Age of Haus Prime. It was a sort of last minute decision and has nothing to do with the joke of the comic. I have some doubt about all of us being found at a Gwar show, but that has nothing to do with anything. Suffice to say, I love you guys. You know who you are. If you don't, look at an old photo album to jog your memory. Most amnesia is temporary. I think. I don't remember.

I think I should make business cards for myself. I'm not sure what my job title would be. In my day job, I prefer the title "Swtichboard Operator". Sounds more complicated, and at the same time more manly, than receptionist. At my night job, I prefer the title "Booze Monger". It sounds more complicated, and at the same time more manly, than "Sales Associate". But the cards would be for my new umbrella occupation, "Master of All That Is Composed of Particles or Waves". I usually work from home on this one.

Honestly, though, I want to be able to flick out a business card with Belph's URL on it, and give it to strangers or friends, to be used as bookmarks and emergency toilet paper. Then, I could feel like a really nerdy yuppy.

Marcy Playground (known for their only radio play song, "Sex and Candy") is some excellent geek rock. When I hear songs like MP's "Shadow of Seattle", or Weezer's "In The Garage", I feel that somewhere out there, someone is making rock and roll just for me. And that's a special feeling, akin to being covered in poison ivy, if you like itchiness. Or oil, if you are a fan of flammability.

That reminds me, when I get home tonight, I am going to cover myself in toothpaste. You know, to test a theory.

A minty theory.