Rin Sez:
This comic speaks for itself, really.

No comic on Thursday-- I'll be in Roanoke getting killed and hitting murderers with lanterns and stuff. (Read: we're doing Macbeth.) Look, advance warning and everything!

In other news, there's a sleeping kitten in a rocking chair behind me and it's terribly distracting.

Rin Sez:
Have I mentioned that I hate text layout? Because I do.

I am pretty happy today. For one thing, I quite like how this comic turned out (despite evil evil layout), and for another thing, I had the second session of my new D&D game earlier, and my whole party is mad. Like, I-am-going-to-give-up-planning mad. Today they did a mad jig, complete with bandore and miniature bagpipes, into the most upscale neighborhood in the city... and did I mention they're in the Watch? ^_^ It's far too much fun.

In the latest news from Rin-is-a-spaz-land, I went to visit my family and forgot everything except my poor beleaguered inking marker. Thus the no-comic on Sunday, and thus this filler now. The scanner here scares me, so instead I thought I'd fill you in on what the girls have been up to while Lex runs around with the Dandelions Club.

Fall City Blues presents:
Eiffel's Journal
Being the Recordings duly kept by a Scientist, in the absence of her Partner in Crime Discovery.

Day 1: Quite busy at work today. Any further information is top secret classified so if I recorded it here I'd have to kill myself. Or something.
Off to the park to collect dinner. It's fortunate that many types of rock are left sitting around unregarded (therefore, free). (Although other types appear to be quite expensive. Puzzling.)

Day 2: Thought I'd make a smoothie. Blender thought otherwise. Oops.

Day 3: Lucy found the remains of the blender. Threatened me with a rather large kitchen knife until I helpfully volunteered to fix it.
How was I supposed to know it wouldn't blend granite?

Day 4: I can make this better.

Day 7: My creation is complete!!!!
Later: In retrospect, I should have anticipated that the 'Blend Everything' function was asking for disaster. At least it only got the curtains, one cabinet and part of the counter before it blended itself.
I think I may have a paradox on my hands here. Something to work out in the next model?

Day 8: Lucy and her table knife politely suggested I work on something else. It's a good suggestion.

Rin Sez:
These past couple comics have been so confusing to draw. Ugh, layout, every time I think I can't hate you more...

In other news, my sister is awesome. She totally came up with the gag in the 100th strip, and I, being the spazface that I am, didn't credit her. (And she hasn't left me alone about it since. ;P) So yeah, Anna rocks.

Rin Sez:
She'd think his incompetence was a lot more amusing if it wasn't so frustrating.

Perseid meteor shower tonight! I'm heading out right after I finish posting this and going up to Skyline Drive to watch it. Excitement!

Rin Sez:
Yep, all Frances's fault.

So I think my inking marker is running out, dash it all, so if there's a suspicious lack of comic on Tuesday or it looks weird, that's why.

Rin Sez:
Of course Lex isn't actually going to push any buttons on the console. He's just.. pointing at them. Yeah. Meanwhile, Twelve has a frustrating habit of completely ignoring nicknames.

My roommate has been watching Blue Planet. Guys, I seriously did not realize fish were so epic.

Rin Sez:
Twelve is efficient.

Guys, last comic was the hundred and eleventy-first, and I was horribly remiss in mentioning it. Or noticing it until after I'd posted. But I guess since I don't have a ring of power or a nephew to hand it off to, it's not a terrible waste of an opportunity.

Rin Sez:
Smithy got comm duty because he has a way of keeping people off-balance (also because he couldn't be trusted around buttons). He keeps them talking while Tavy and Twelve run enough analysis and such to get the tactical advantage.

...I'm sure they have a good reason for comm, navigation, and control not to be in the same room.

Rin Sez:
Finally! Now hopefully I'll remember to keep updating. It's hard to get back into the swing, blah.

Well, anyway, Confluence was last weekend, and it was pretty awesome. I wish I hadn't had to miss Sunday, but when you have a twelve-hour bus ride and have to be back in town on Monday... yeah. Still, I had tons of fun and even managed to survive my concert (it went surprisingly well, actually, once I stopped dying of nerves.) I know we've picked up at least a few new readers from the con, so hi, guys!

This week (and next), I'm taking a clown class, which is stupid amounts of fun. It's only six people, but half of them are funnier than me, so I guess it'll keep my head deflated.

And I guess I should add as a final note that this storyline, like many others, is Frances's fault.

O HAI GUYS. Man, I've been gone for a while. Maybe a week and change of it was because I moved and didn't have Internet access for a bit, but the rest... really, I have no excuse. *sigh* And I realized, a couple days ago, that while I was on unannounced hiatus, the one-year anniversary (!) of FCB came and went. So on one hand, boo me for missing it, but on the other hand, a whole year!

...Sadly, there's still not actual comic yet (hopefully there will be on Tuesday, now that I've set up the scanner somewhere the new kitten can't get it) so in the meantime, have this result of me with colored pencils and boredom.



TRANSCRIPT in clockwise order from top left, just in case:
Red Guy: NOM LEAF
Purple Plane: i'm a plane
Green Bird: i'm not
Sun: *shine shine*
Orange Bitey Guy: NOM
Pink Bited Guy: AIEE
Barely Visible Blue Guy: onoes!
Happy Flying Box: [silence]
Gray Tiny Top Hat Guy: blahhh
Negative Fish: ha ha i strike again
Maggie: om nom wilderness

Still can't find paper. So you get another notebook-paper doodle! Here's Eiffel in space getup, inexplicably pointing a gun at somebody. I don't know why, or who it is, or why she looks so sad about it, but I do like this drawing rather.

So there's no comic today because, of all things, I've run out of paper. (Or I mean I have some, but it's buried god-knows-where in moving boxes.) Hopefully this problem will be remedied by Sunday. *siiigh*

Rin Sez:
Lex has a valid question, in panel two. Smithy is just either too much of a ditz to notice or hates to miss an opportunity for a spit-take. Or both.

Eh, I don't know, I'm not feeling terribly inspired today. When in doubt, bondage!

Rin Sez:
Smithy is muttering something along the lines of "A man cannot be pacified with tea, dash it." But clearly that's a lie.

Apologies for the no-comic on Thursday. Aftermath of moving, and all. (And I get to do it again in, like, a week! *falls over*) But hopefully this one is awesome enough to make up for it. I'm happy about it, anyway.

I made you a comic, but the scanner eated it.

(Am packing and made a filler-y moving comic about it, but the scanner decided it ought to be a little diagonal cross-section. I do not understand technology. *cries*)

Rin Sez:
I know what year it is. Really.

It always kind of goes like this at the Dandelions Club: they lose the key, and then Twelve decides they've got to clean the whole place. She figures that either they'll find it, or it means that someone new is going to show up, in which case they ought to make a good first impression. (Usually Smithy is involved, though, which means that the place winds up in greater disarray than it was when they started.)

Rin Sez:
Lex wasn't going to ask, assuming (and rightly so) that it was one of those things people say when they're trying to lead into an Exposition. Unfortunately for him, Smithy is a master of that Look-- you know, the one that makes you keep talking even though you already decided you weren't going to.
...It's a good thing he uses his powers for good.

I'm a little distracted today. I found anthropomor_fic, a community dedicated to fic involving anthropomorphic personifications (which is like my favorite thing ever) and now a significant portion of my brain is occupied thinking of things to write about. So yeah.

Rin Sez:
Know your tropes. (warning: it's a TV Tropes link! But the first page quote is from Jeeves & Wooster, so HA.)

Hey, look, a non-filler, non-placeholder comic post! I mean I'm still sick, but at least the block is gone. (I tell you what, guys, there's nothing like not knowing why your internal organs keep trying to implode. Fail.)

So in other, unrelated news, currently I'm watching Mononoke and it's obsessing my brain. Seriously guys, this show is made of awesome. It's weird and psychological and mystery-esque and full of mythology and period-Japan-ness, and the animation is trippy and fabulous (and reminds me a little of Yellow Submarine, I won't lie, but maybe I'm just weird). Plus the main character is AWESOME PLUS A MILLION. But a word to the wise: NOT to be confused with Princess Mononoke. Anyone who goes into this one expecting happy fun Miyazaki movie time is in for a big, and possibly unpleasant, surprise.

Rin Sez:
Yep, still blocked. Bah and double bah.

In other news, HOLY CRAP GUYS my name is on the front page of the Confluence site! I mean it's in little letters, but it's THERE. And you know who else is on that list of additional guests? TAMORA PIERCE. I'm on the same list as Tamora Pierce. *spazzes*