I've got a plan for this whole webcomic catch-up thing with which I've been struggling. It comes in a few parts:
1. Allocate a specific time every day for reading my caught-up webcomics.
2. Re-catch-up on my webcomics with which I had previously caught up.
3. Create a "temporary drop-list" of webcomics that I'm finding it difficult to catch up.
I think that that combination can get me where I want to be, at least to start: Keeping up on the (majority of) webcomics that I follow, so that I don't end up in this webcomic-free doom-spiral like before.
P.S.: I'm pushing this month's bonus update to early July, because June's short and July starts with a long weekend.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Sudden Short Story 110
He sat in the cafe, staring straight up at the stars as they moved toward the horizon.
"You come here often," said the girl who sat opposite him.
"They didn't use to do that," he said.
"You should watch the sky by the edge," she replied.
"I'm not going there," he said.
"Why don't you ever leave Central City?"
His facade finally crumbled. "Way back, I don't even remember how long ago, there was this guy. I burned him. I burned him real bad. We were friends, and I ... - He said that he'd throw me off the edge of the Earth if he ever got the chance. And then he left, and we never spoke again. And I lived my life, and I figured that he lived his, until they announced this plan to turn the planet into a goddamn spaceship.
"And he'll do it, too. I saw that look in his eye. I knew that he was real mad, but I thought that that promise was his way of staying out of jail. He'll do it, and I'm staying as far away from the edge as possible."
"You come here often," said the girl who sat opposite him.
"They didn't use to do that," he said.
"You should watch the sky by the edge," she replied.
"I'm not going there," he said.
"Why don't you ever leave Central City?"
His facade finally crumbled. "Way back, I don't even remember how long ago, there was this guy. I burned him. I burned him real bad. We were friends, and I ... - He said that he'd throw me off the edge of the Earth if he ever got the chance. And then he left, and we never spoke again. And I lived my life, and I figured that he lived his, until they announced this plan to turn the planet into a goddamn spaceship.
"And he'll do it, too. I saw that look in his eye. I knew that he was real mad, but I thought that that promise was his way of staying out of jail. He'll do it, and I'm staying as far away from the edge as possible."
Sudden Short Story 109
He awoke as he returned to the Sol system. He was pleased to find that Earth was still there. He monitored the readouts, since there was little else to do on his approach. Then, he received a hail. He was pleased to discover that they were still prepared to accommodate him, physical body and all.
He wasn't terribly surprised that none of his friends were still alive, as he'd been away for so very long.
He toured the planet again, to see it in person. He liked that the beauty had been preserved outside of the urbanized areas. He noticed that he was meeting a lot of robots, which was fine, since new people were new people, and he had to catch up with life on Earth. At the third town, though, he asked a sufficiently amicable robot about how many humans were alive on Earth.
He was surprised to find that there was now exactly one.
He wasn't terribly surprised that none of his friends were still alive, as he'd been away for so very long.
He toured the planet again, to see it in person. He liked that the beauty had been preserved outside of the urbanized areas. He noticed that he was meeting a lot of robots, which was fine, since new people were new people, and he had to catch up with life on Earth. At the third town, though, he asked a sufficiently amicable robot about how many humans were alive on Earth.
He was surprised to find that there was now exactly one.
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