Cube... CUUUUBE!

I think I'm turning into a hermit. The other day it occurred to me how completely out of touch I've gotten.

Granted, it's partly a function of being in school, which is a highly predictable and regimented activity, but I'm uncertain as to whether that's an excuse.

Let me explain:

In the morning, I wake up on my springy slumber cube in my bed cube, six-sided serenity all around. I move from cube to cube within my larger domicile cube, taking things out of a cold cube, putting cold things into a hot cube, and then eating the things that come out of my hot cube while I sit in my living cube. I wash up in a wet cube contained within a dry cube, then dry myself off (at least that's a rectangle, but there's thickness to it, so it's really just a floppy thin and now mostly damp cube).

A quick walk down a lane of cubes (no ceiling...don't look up.. no ceiling... don't look up...) and I wait in an exterior cube shelter (ahhhh....cuuube...) for my moving public transit cube to take me to my educational cube, where I open up my cubic textbook or type my notes up on my electronic cube. I move from cube to cube, down long cubic hallways, rushing to get to my next cube.

I eat in a large cube filled with people, go back home and look at my image cube, and if I'm in the mood, I'll get really daring and drink something. From a CYLINDER.

So I'm careful to put a few cold cubes in it, just to be safe. I mean, you never know...

Sometimes, if I'm lucky, the postman will drive up in his cube van and stick some cubes that I've ordered from somewhere else into my mail cube.

Finally, the inversion of my daily schedule completes, and I go from eating my nightly cubes (hey, it's three square meals a day) to my living cube, to my sleeping cube and I make sure the alarm cube located on my literary cubes storage cube is set to wake me.

Then I sleep. Aren't delta waves cubic? I'm probably mistaken. Perchance to dream of cubes...

I really need to get out more, but I would only go to a movie, which is an excuse to sit in a huge cube and watch images on one side of it. I might be convinced to go ot to a pub, but that's just shifting my risk-seeking cylinder fixation behaviour from my living cube to someone else's.

And I'm not even the worst off. Some people work all day in their tiny cubicles. They don't even rate cubes.

And when you're through and your life is over?

They'll stick you in a cube, they will.

Maybe I should just take a step back and simplify my life.

Forget about cubes.

Go camping and stick myself in a triangle. Try to catch fish with a line attached to a line.

Or... something... I dunno...

Cube. That's where it's at. Welcome to the modern world.

No new episodes for a bit, sorry

Well, happy new year folks ... and only 16 days late...

No I'm not terminally hungover. I'm back from a trip to Austria with the family. If you're interested, I've placed a Flickr badge on Crunchy Milk with all the public photos. They're commented and everything! I'll be posting more of those ot the Flick site in the coming weeks, as I get around to downloading the last of them off my camera and handycam in the copious hours of free time between classes and such.

The NecRomantics will also be taking a brief hiatus as I get set to make a go at porting everything over to a real website. Much as I like blogger, it doesn't come with the ability to add first, last, forward and back buttons to the comic, which I realized in retrospect makes the adventurs of our friendly neighbourhood necromancer almost impossible to read.

I mean, first of all you only get to see the latest episodes, then you have to go back into the archives, and lastly the archives are all organized by month, so there's no direct access to the strips themselves in order. So... kinda not useful for browsing a strip, even if there's only a few dozen comics so far (I'd like to put together more ad infinitum).

Soon as I have a new site up, I'll put the link and start redirecting, but in the meantime this'll be more of a standard blog and I'll just wax philosphical and nostalgic at you until you're sick of it and go somewhere else. :)

Me out.