April 7, 2006
A Man From Dogs -- FINALE!
Hoo boy. I imagine the three of you who still click past every now and then have some questions:
Where the hell have you been? Well, same place as ever, just without any posts.
What's your fuckin' problem? Can't think of much to say, generally. My creative energies have been focused elsewhere: I spent Spring Break building three vegetable gardens (WHOO!), and I have recently begun to try my hand at acrylic painting. (With awesome results: FLOGette took a look at a sad stab at a twilight desert landscape last night, and suggested I stencil in "MEGADETH" in the foreground.) I spend much of my time in a career-panic fetal position that makes it hard to type. And every fortnight or so when I do get a wild hare up my netherwheres to post something, WITHOUT FAIL that is the exact time something has gone horribly wrong with phooeyhoo.com.
Do you think your problems with phooeyhoo.com might have something to do with your being $100 in arrears with the proprietor? I am certain of it. My advice to new phooeyhoo.com team member Zerlesen: Pay the man. Even if he hasn't asked for anything yet. Pay the man.
What can we expect from FLOG in the future? An even greater silence, most likely. Come mid-May I'll be moving into a house connected to the interweb via AOL dialup. On the other hand, I'll be in bar review classes three hours a day at Lewis & Clark, so maybe I'll be even more prolific. Why are you even asking? Every forecast made by FLOG about FLOG has turned out wrong.
Can we see the cartoon now? Yes. This second half I'm rather proud of, for all its storylessness and lack of penmanship. Stick with it; you'll be glad you did:
Just because the fine staff of Phooeyhoo.com likes to install random shit on their server without any idea of the possible consequences is no reason to compare us to those Sopranos people. (I've actually only seen 1.5 episodes so if that made no sense then, well, right.) Besides, we've always said that payment in beer and liquor around Christmas time is always a viable option.
Plus, you should refer to page 54A Section 2B Subpart e^π that clearly states:
Should a client have problems with their webspace/site hosted by Phooeyhoo.com then they should simply connect to a) Their higher selves, b) The Deva for Website troubleshooting, c) Sir Gabby the Guardian Spirit, d) Lord British e) Craig Warren Farnham's Higher Self, f) The Nature Specialist for Computing, and g) The Deva for melons. Request that your higher self balance, strengthen, and harmonize the team for 10 seconds. Finally, ask that the team repair any and all problems with your website to the optimum degree possible.So there! Speaking of which, doesn't Eric owe me money? If so, perhaps I could arrange to sabotage his web site as well. Posted by: The Systems Administrator at April 7, 2006 12:11 PM
Good to have you back Flog, albeit temporarily. If you don't have time for composing blog posts you could always communicate via your art. Just take a photo, stick it on your blog and leave it up to us to interpret what you're trying to say. A painting of a desert a night could convey anything from a battle with a landlord to a bit of trivia about tax law minutia.
Good luck, man. With these last weeks of law school, I mean.
Posted by: Brandon at April 7, 2006 4:25 PMAh, Systems Administrator, you know I'm just pullin' your leg.
Posted by: FLOG at April 7, 2006 5:30 PMI think that Blog Protective Services will likely come after us any day now. We've been neglectful blog parents, and I fear the consequences.
Posted by: Timothy at April 8, 2006 7:06 AM