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by gin
2-03-03
*sighs* I'm bored with what I've done thus far.
I suppose I could delete everything and start over.
Gin comes back to stripcreator.com.
Yeah, that sounds good.

 

by gin
2-03-03
Gin ponders getting her priorities straight.
I've been on the computer too much. I ought to get off my butt and find a job.
Her priorities need a little more work.
I wonder if hotjobs.com has any new listings.

 

by gin
2-03-03
Gin has an online bf she calls Bear.
:-*
:-*
This is unfulfilling, somehow..

 

by gin
2-03-03
Augh, I've been staring at the screen too long, my eyes won't focus on the monitor anymore. I need to find something to do other than stare at the computer.

 

by gin
2-03-03
Once when I was little, I was riding my mom's wheelchair in the driveway.
A sedan drove by and stopped. A man and woman got out, and walked towards me.
The man gave me a dollar. The woman patted my arm and said, "God bless you."
I figured they had the wrong idea about me and this chair, so I stood up and held my arms out in a "tada" gesture.
Their eyes bugged out, and they ran to their car to speed away.
For weeks afterwards I was trying to figure out how to make money out of this chair..

 

by gin
2-03-03
My friend was driving me around town one day. I was staring out the window. Something caught my eye and I looked behind us to see it again.
I cracked up and told my friend to turn around, I had something to show him.
He asked me what I'd seen but I was laughing too hard. He turned around and we went by again.
The local KFC was absolutely demolished. Only stray bits of concrete and rebar remained.
The sign advertising construction said, "Redecorating!" My friend and I looked at each other and howled with laughter.
So now every time we see a demolished building site, we look at each other and say at the same time, "Redecorating!" and hoot.

 

by gin
2-03-03
When the Space Shuttle Columbia burned up on reentry, people lamented.
Twenty-four hours and more than 10,000 repeats of the same footage of the disaster, people complained about the media saturation.
And now, two days later, a few entrepreneurial folks are taking advantage of the tragedy.
Now on ebay.com, radioactive chunks of Columbia up for auction!

 

by gin
2-03-03
*bling* You have new mail! *bling* You have new mail!
My mom e-mails me a few times a day, every day.
If I don't reply to each and every one in minute detail, she calls me to yell at me about not answering the flood of spam.
Gin! You've only replied twice today! You're not talking to me, are you? Are you there? Are you dead? You better not be talking to other people online.
*sighs* Thanks to the marvels of technology, mom can nag me long-distance.
I've seen Oprah! Every person online wants to kidnap and kill you, you know! There better not be anyone else on your buddy list but me! My innocent daughter better not be looking at porn sites!

 

by gin
2-03-03
I wonder if I need a break. My eyes are blurry, my legs are asleep, and my wrists hurt from typing so much.
Probably. Go take a break, I'll be outside for a quick smoke.
Freaky hallucinations.. yup, definitely time for a break.
*slam!*

 

by gin
2-03-03
This isn't such a bad place. There're people making snow angels, snowball fights over that hill, and I just made a snowman.
I thought this place was supposed to be about brimstone and eternal punishments and stuff.
What happened?
One of God's people made an offhanded remark about how they would worship Him after a certain criteria was met.

 

by gin
2-04-03
*cough! hack! sputter!*
What I wish I could do when my computer doesn't behave.
Hmph!

 

by gin
2-04-03
My room contains my computer, and my futon.
Which means that at the beginning of each day, I can roll out of bed and get right on the i-net. And I can fall right into bed at the end of the day.
And that concludes this week's share time.
Thank God my chair doesn't have a built-in potty or I'd never get any exercise.

 

by gin
2-04-03
Gin reflects on irony.
I've written in an online diary for two years. I've written over 2000 entries, which equates to over 1.5mb of text.
You can imagine that I feel rather burnt out these days. It's not easy to find stuff to write about when you're not employed and stay inside all the time.
Sometimes I skip a day. I then get complaints from readers that I ought to write more often.
Funny, sorta.
I find it ironic that I average three entries a day and people yell at me for not writing enough.

 

by gin
2-04-03
So how do you impress a girl?
I shake her hand with my hidden buzzer, squirt her in the face when she tries to sniff my flower, and I pick her up in my clown car with about 40 of my friends.
Most girls know me because of the book written about my dad..
They like the cuffs.
I appear out of nowhere and scream in their face to loosen them up. Then I ask them if they want to look under my sheet.
Um, I ask them to eat my banana in a suggestive manner? No, wait, that's to impress /me/...

 

by gin
2-04-03
Nice rack.
Hee.
How to make a reindeer blush.

 

by gin
2-06-03
Reminiscing.
VH1 has Entertainment Tonight segments.
The Travel Channel airs this talent show thing.
I remember when stations showed content at least marginally related to their intended purpose.

 

by gin
2-06-03
He didn't say "Simon says."
Haha!
Damn!

 

by gin
2-06-03
a/s/l?
93, transgendered, the moon.
Haha, no, really.
Okay okay, I'm really 94. But the other stuff is true.
Got a pic?
...

 

by gin
2-06-03
I want a pic!
Alrighty. Brb, I wanna make myself presentable.
Hurry up!
What's taking so long?
Lemme just get this webcam positioned..

 

by gin
2-06-03
File transfer 95% completed. Oooh, I can't wait to see.
Me either...
Oooh, hi, cutie.
Eesh, they're really desperate these days, aren't they.

 

by gin
2-06-03
Send me another pic, baby.
You do understand the one I sent was not what I really look like, don't you?
Haha, you're funny. Want one of me?
I'll pass, thank you. Don't you have anything better to do than swap pics, anyway?
*file transfer started*
Oh goody..

 

by gin
2-06-03
*file transfer completed*
*grudgingly looks*
Oh look, it's the head of Wil Wheaton pasted onto a bodybuilder's torso. How original. I suppose you expect me to believe this is really you?
What, don't you believe me?
Suuuure I do.. not..

 

by gin
2-06-03
Wanna cyber?
Uh, no.
Wanna see my website?
No.
You love me, don't you.
Nice to talk to someone who listens.

 

by gin
2-06-03
Here, download this screensaver and install it. It's funny. It has fireworks and wishes you a happy new year.
You do know that's a virus, don't you?
Oh, well, let me send you this other funny program, it's called Back Office or something like that...
Let me think abo--oh no, my connection's getting all staticy. Yes, my dial-up is failing me. Oh darn, I seem to have been disconnected. *closes connection*
*logged off*
I wonder what it is that makes people think I'm an idiot..

 

by gin
2-06-03
No plot whatsoever.

 

by gin
2-06-03
Staring contest.
Damn, I blinked--wait, were you built with eyelids?
Haha--erm, uh, me Tobor!

 

by gin
2-06-03
...Ever get the feeling you were being watched...
ACHH!
Thing wishes he had a sphincter right about now.
You scared the **** out of me!
What?! What?! I was just cutting the cake, I wanted to ask if you'd like a piece.

 

by gin
2-06-03
Lords of the Dance.

 

by gin
2-06-03
Oh darling! It's so long and so hard.. I simply must turn on the light, I want to see your tool!
Um, honey, before you do, there's something I ought to tell you--no, wait!--
*click*
*sighs*

 

by gin
2-06-03
..."What Were They Thinking When They Drew This?"
"I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright..."
"She's a maniac, maniac on the floor..."
Low-budget Star Wars character.
The real reason the dinosaurs became extinct. Or perhaps he's just on break.
He was drunk when he drew me.
Outta sight!

 

by gin
2-06-03
You know, the worst thing about having a short attention span is that...I...
Umm, yeah.

 

by gin
2-07-03
Ut oh..
@*#%&@#%..
@&$*(#&!! &*(#&$@!!
Flame war.
Let me know when it's over..
@#$&@$( &(@ $#@&*$(&#@%&(@#&$!!

 

by gin
2-07-03
Oh bliss, oh joy, mom's visiting tomorrow morning.
I have so much cleaning to do, and I've spent all my time doing comics and dorking around online instead of picking up stuff off the floor.
... I wonder if I can order a maid online.

 

by gin
2-07-03
I put a mug of water and teabag of Earl Gray into the microwave.
I then told the microwave, "Earl Gray, hot," and pushed the start button to start it cooking.
Closet Trekkie.
I then turned to my friend and said, "This is almost like being on Star Trek!" My friend just looked at me funny...

 

by gin
2-07-03
This is a rather tall fence you've installed.
Single-pane comics are fun.
I'm tired of you peeking at me through the window.

 

by gin
2-07-03
Wabbit season!
Duck season!
You're dispbbpbbicable!

 

by gin
2-08-03
So, how did your doc appt go?
The guy took my blood, told me it was the winter blahs, and to go home.
Not funny, just my life.
...So, basically you were there to suppliment his income.
Apparently.

 

by gin
2-11-03
No SC feature goes unmolested for long.
You have 2 private messages.
This guy's taken the time to write me twice about how nobody cares about this strip.
Your comics suck!
I read his comic to see if he were qualified to give such an esteemed opinion about my strip. I think not.
Write back!
What does he want, thanks for pointing out my strip's suckage, and repeatedly at that? "Oh thank you sir, may I have another?"

 

by gin
2-16-03
Honey, where'd we park the car?
It was right next to the cart return..
Hold on, I'm gonna go look for it.
Walmart parking lot in Anchorage.
Honey, where are you?
I think I see the antenna!...

 

by gin
2-16-03
Wow!
Wha?
This airline's new upgrade to their first class cabin is really cool.
Oh I know, the 3D effects make it feel like it's really happening.
But you think they could have found a better feature to show than "Airport"...
Word.

 

by gin
2-16-03
What?!

 

by gin
2-16-03
Satan's obnoxious twin brother fails to fool him into believing he's looking into a reflection.
Ah-HA!
D'oh.

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