The Words of Kabutroid
New words of Kabutroid right above there. Sorry, not really much else of an update right now. Came up with something amusing a few weeks ago and tossed it online, I dunno, I got nothing much at this particular moment. Mainly, I was just adding some minor things here and there in the background. The Kopytka recipe now has a picture of it in it, tiny additions like that not worth mentioning.
So yeah, don't mind me, just doing some routine maintenance. Keep checking back periodically, there's stuff slowly brewing upstairs.
I told you I'd keep going on the original comic series.
Unless of course you didn't see me post that, which is entirely possible.
In either case, I've been hankering to get back to the main storyline again. Yeah, it left off at a sad time there, the timing of everything really didn't work out well. To be honest, I've been worried that people would just assume that the site died off while that was posted on the homepage. Seems kinda... final, doesn't it?
Well screw that, Samus (or I guess Kraid, technically) didn't get her/his victory drinks. They JUST get back to the bar, and... what, that's it? No, no, no, at the ABSOLUTE bare minimum, Samus is getting that drink. And then there's a whole crapton of loose ends what need tying off, or more likely, continuing off in new directions. I got stories in my head yo, let's keep putting them online.
Aside from that, work's going good. Working with nice guys, typically anyone I come across is pleasant, and more often than not the work is more dusty than filthy... all in all, not as bad as I had envisioned it could be. So far, anyway... I imagine there's going to be days where I'm on my belly in a crawl space with an inch of sewage on the ground, writhing my way to some broken line at the other end of the house. Thankfully, I haven't had anything close to that so far.
Lotsa cold though. Been relatively nice out, hovering around -20 celcius (-4 fahrenheit, if you're in one of the extraordinarily few countries on Earth that still use that obsolete unit of measure). Most of our work is indoors though, so it's not too bad. Looking for shit in the back of the truck can be a bit rough, but dress up in layers for the weather, gloves, toque, all that... it's manageable.
Anyhoo... the comic marches on! And seriously... how the hell overlooked has it been that Croc-boy hasn't become a Trabnagian yet? He basically lives and breathes minion.
And now, I think I'm going to go snowshoeing.