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So basically I've had a very amusing weekend. It all started on Friday, when I went to pick up my pay from work, and they seemed swamped, so I decided to help for 5 minutes. Then Jono walks in and asks how long my shift is, and I'm like... ah.. I have no shift. Make sure I'm not still here when you leave! So we take off after he gets his food and head to his friend Mouse's place up leith valley. On the way, I pass Josh, who I didn't recognise at first, and then when I did, he had already past me and it was too late to make the rhetoric necessitated by courtesy. Anyway, we moved on and came to a reasonable flat, nice back yard, with a pathway down to the leith. Jono told me of his plans to build a river spa, and I noticed their attempt so far. It was a brilliant piece of arcitecture; they'd actually built a wall completely cutting off the flow of the river and raising the flow about 50cm above the water level of the spa. It was perfect except they had dug it too deep and it was surrounded by trees. I pointed this out to Jono, who hailed me a genius (my expertise of river spas comes from about 8 summers spent camping under Tamumu bridge, out on the way to Patangata, where my dad used to take a spade down to the edge of the river and dig out a small area into the bank to make a bath and after a hot day, the water would actually be incredibly warm. The water needs to be shallow, and there can't be any shadows). With these things in mind, I pointed out the perfect location. He sent a text for Mouse to bring beer when he got back. 30 minutes later Mouse turns up with 2 dozen Export and we set to drinking and working on the new location. We then found some crawlers. Brilliant! The rest of the afternoon was spent catching the little fuckers! We caught about 12 and must have fished the place out, because we couldn't find any more. Jono decided he was going to buy everyone pizza, and have the crayfish for apetisers. I had one, and he had the rest. Nobody else could bring themselves to eating something out of the leith. The pizza arrived and we were into in (and the mountain dew) still drinking beer as well. Then I went home for a nap before work. A day well spent.
Most of saturday I slept, but I managed to wrangle a few more scripts out of my head. Sunday I spent seeing if my 'Drifted' comic would look any good done in Paint, and it does, to some degree, but I still think it deserves more. I've done a slight frameshot blueprint of all four (it looks very emo; but then they're supposed to be - the comic is called drifted for fucks sake) and it looks pretty good. Then the formula 1 was horrible last night. I ended up turning it off mid race. Renault is just plain dirty in their tactics, and everything seemed to go wrong for McLaren. It's sad that the best car did not win the constructors and the best driver didn't win the drivers championship. Instead we have another arrogant world champion, with another flying finn under appreciated.
Aside from that, I've had like 6 people come to me thinking that they're the character Joe. I don't know why anyone would compare themselves to an arrogant virginal pube-rag unless that's what they actually thought of themselves, but for fucks sake, get a fucking life. The character Joe has been made to embody all that fucks me off about the world. Is he going to have similarities to people? Of course he fucking is - if you look at the 'Angry' page, I'm pretty sure I say that everyone... EVERYONE has something about them that I completely dispise! If you have even said 2 words to me, then know that I hate you. Know it, and come to realise that everybody hates you. Not one person escapes this catagory, not friends, not family, not even girlfriend. The reason this webcomic is better than the last is that the two characters who get the most shit can handle it. Grant is one, and is just the right kind of fucked up for it not to affect him, the other is Joe, who can't be offended because he's not fucking real! Rather than offending people throughout my circle of friends, I've made this character to dispel my anger. Kinda like punching a rock till your hand is a bloody mess and you feel lots better.
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