Actually it’s got a longer title:
3×26
Hair Today, Gotterdammerung Tomorrow – Part 2
The season finale for season three of the Ah.com: The series. man, this series is over five years old now and I’ve only managed to put up three of those seasons. I gotta draw faster and burn out less often.
But go enjoy the ep, folks. People worked hard on it and they’d love to hear about you loving it too.
In Ancient China they got a proverb that goes a little something like this: “Even a blade of grass screams when it gets eaten”. I’m not one hundred precent on what that really means, but its Truth, buddy.
The last few weeks have been like some bad music mashup of exhaustion, conflicting paths, pure unadulterated laziness, and a smattering of WTF to screw with things just a tad.
This all accumulated in watching the entire series of Stargate: SG1 from beginning to end. It got bad there toward the end of the series, when I began plotting out Stargate fanfic whilst watching the episodes. Fast forward another week or so and I began to realize that all this computer television watching wasn’t getting me where I needed to be.
Where is that, you might be wondering. Well, sit back and relax, because this is going to be a story.
A while back I made all these deadlines for myself, everything I needed to do for the next six months, planned, written up, and with hard deadlines that didn’t take into account my laziness. I’ve got this ability to not remember all the days I’ve spent lying about watching Stargate, Farscape, Terminator, Deadliest Catch, Battlestar Galactica, and Bones episodes for days on end.
But damn it, Netflix is just so damn convenient.
Those deadlines are coming up, sadly, and the way I’m seeing it, I’m suppose to be providing entertainment instead of consuming it. There’s gotta be some kid out there that’s just like me, who’ll spend days reading something, watching something, or listening to something and damn it, it’s my books, my webcomic, and my droning voice they should be consuming. Not hot television actors. Me!
With that in mind, I’m getting back to work. There’s a lot of it. And my back hurts. But I’ve got coffee, I’ve got the AC on, and Johnny
Cash playing, so I’m set.
Prepare for updates.
You’re welcome.
I’ve got a story for this.
See, there’s this plague that’s going about and a crack team of naturalists and witchcraftians band together to fight off a mystic virus sent to them from the depths of the Atlantean kingdoms that don’t have qualms about using biological warfare on the surface dwellers.
It’s a shame no one knows about germ theory.
This is the final image, Dr. Morris writes the President about the fall of New Orleans to the plague. He writes with regret that the serum concocted was arrived at too late to save the citizens of New Orleans (and much of the South), but it should help those afflicted that live away from the coastal regions.
God damn it, I was joking about the story, but now I’m thinking about it… crap.
