Indiana Jones made archeology cool again. An entire generation went to college and got their doctorates in Archaeology only to discover that they do not get to steal solid gold idols from pedestals in ancient temples. Soon there after, they realized that Archeology graduates are likely to have between $80,000 and $90,000 in debt and a starting salary of under $30,000.
On the bright side, our museums will not want for lack of Curators and Assistant Curators and Directors and Interns and Registrars. But those Curators and Assistant Curators and Directors and Interns and Registrars will always long for a time where Nazi’s roamed the streets on motor bikes and your absent father turns out to be James Bond. A time when the dates were bad and the bars were closed. A time when there was no time for love, or, at the very least, you could never catch a break. A time when it always had to be snakes, even if it’s just your pilot Jock’s pet snake Reggie. A time when child laborers were freed by a roguish man with a five o’clock shadow, a messenger bag and a fedora.
Ah… the late 1930s.
Anyway… new comic on Tuesday. See you all later!
So, riddle me this: where do people get the right to abjectly ignore a professor for the entirety of a two hour lecture and then, come assignment time, bitch and moan that the professor didn’t teach them anything? Even worse than that are the people the putz around of Facebook instead of listening to their Graphic Design instructor describe an assignment that is worth 10% of their grade. Sheesh…
(Which I am.)
In other news, Super Art Fight 6 was effing amazing. In addition to the incredible pool of talent brought together in one room, I caught a shirt, once worn by Jami “Angry Zen Master” Noguchi, for my girlfriend on which Kelsey Wailes inscribed “I Heart” and then a pile of poo. She also got to spin the wheel of death.
I would also like to say Dirty Marmaduke Flute Squad.
If you guys haven’t been to a SAF, then I highly recommend it. So, do it.
Anyway… New comic on Thursday!
Seriously? Who could be afraid of a woman like that? Unless you don’t like butterscotch… But that is unamerican and you don’t want to be a communist, do you?
Also: I created an alternate ending to CJ#11.
I made changes to the About the Author page as well, so check that out.
This is my last post of winter break. Move in is on Sunday. Rick and I get to meet our new roommate then, too. So, I hope it all goes well.
Goodnight, everybody! See you all Tuesday.
Sorry for the late update.
Also: Don’t forget to feed the Wheel of Death!
See you all on Thursday (and hopefully on Saturday, too)!