<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:20:43.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Underbelly</title><subtitle type='html'>The official news source for Hard Underbelly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-110759523240782519</id><published>2005-02-05T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T01:20:32.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music: Leechwife; by RasputinaOkay, Ryan wanted to know where the story was going, so here’s a synopsis of what the rest of Hard Underbelly would have looked like.  In the next chapter we would have learned who the man who tried to shoot Saul in chapter 3 was.  His name is Dee Smith, and he’s a former SAS man.  In the mid 90’s he was involved in covert action in South America, where the rest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110759523240782519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110759523240782519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110759523240782519' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-110754902518533408</id><published>2005-02-04T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T12:30:25.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: IntrospectiveMusic: Heart Cooks Brain; by Modest MouseWell, here’s the haps: Hard Underbelly is over.  This is something that’s been building since last year, when I took the comic to five days a week.  It continued when I started doing partial color midway through chapter 6.  These things were done for one specific reason: Hard Underbelly had become work.  I started updating it more so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110754902518533408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110754902518533408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110754902518533408' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-110656148135277437</id><published>2005-01-24T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T02:12:48.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WEEKEND UPDATEMood: GoodMusic: Watch Her Disappear; by Tom WaitsA couple weeks back I talked about the dumbass who robbed us at work but left his ID with us for some reason.  To finish the story, the cop that responded to the call came by tonight.  I talked with her, and the dude, Mr. Christopher Isaac Stevens, will not be facing charges.  Why not?  Because he's dead.  He OD'd a couple of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110656148135277437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110656148135277437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110656148135277437' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-110620967158828145</id><published>2005-01-20T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T14:30:49.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DRINKS AND GETS MEANMood: GoodMusic: Cowboy Dan; by Modest MouseJust a few things.  Last week on CSI:NY, which I never make any effort to watch, but had on in the background, they used AIR's "Alpha Beta Gaga" in one scene.  I was pleased.  They got rid of what's her face on Law and Order that same night, and it ended with her getting fired.  She asked, "Is it because I'm a lesbian?" and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110620967158828145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110620967158828145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110620967158828145' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-110557833712572346</id><published>2005-01-12T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T17:05:37.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT IS: LUCK?Mood: GoodMusic: I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You; by Colin HayDrinking: CokeI have a good luck charm.  Two, actually.  They are a pair of red dice.  Red is a lucky color to the gypsy people, and although I am not a gypsy, they were given to me by an old gypsy woman.  This is completely true in that she is of Romany heritage, and is advanced in age.  Not a crone, just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110557833712572346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110557833712572346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110557833712572346' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-110517302785971963</id><published>2005-01-08T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:30:27.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STUPID CRIMINALSMood: AmusedMusic: Bury Me With It; by Modest MouseOkay, you know those stories about criminals being really dumb that Leno loves so much?  I got a little of that tonight.  I was working in the photo lab, as always, when I looked up to see a guy trying to remove on of the portable cd players that we keep under a lock bar.  I'm used to people not knowing that that's a theft </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110517302785971963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110517302785971963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110517302785971963' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-110491728643628861</id><published>2005-01-05T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T01:28:06.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IN MEMORIUMMood: SaddenedMusic: Marching Band; by Sufjan StevensI just heard that Will Eisner died Monday due to complications from surgery.  This makes me very sad.  I've been a big fan of his work, the Spirit in particular, since I was just a little kid.  That's all.  FYI, I'm planning to spend a good part of Wednesday tweaking both Hard Underbelly and The Wrong Band's website's a bit.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110491728643628861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110491728643628861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110491728643628861' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-110206288356916114</id><published>2004-12-03T01:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T00:34:43.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COUPLA EASY THINGSMood: OkayMusic: A Cautionary Song; by the DecemberistsSo, I recently was reading a little thing on the new Blade movie, which, geek that I am, I am really looking forward to.  I am, after all, one of the few people that thinks Ryan Reynolds is a good casting choice for Hannibal King.  Anyway, I read that the actor playing Dracula (I think it's Dracula, it's their big bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110206288356916114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110206288356916114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110206288356916114' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-110102236126879651</id><published>2004-11-20T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:32:41.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BITS AND BOBSMood: OkayMusic: Who Is It; by BjorkA few odds and ends that are new since the last post.  In preperation for The Wrong Band's new chapter on Monday, I have done a little tweaking on the main page.  Namely, I added the Newsbox.  As much as I publically despise 99.8 percent of the crap on Keenspace, I cannot fault them for their service.  The Newsbox is a simple way to generate</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110102236126879651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110102236126879651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110102236126879651' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-110099370789072459</id><published>2004-11-20T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T15:35:07.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMONDMood: OkayMusic: Grace Cathedral Hill; by the DecemberistsA few random things.  The Incredibles is a great movie.  It's a great superhero movie.  It's got some death in it, which is a brave move for Pixar that goes off without a hitch.  It has Sarah Vowell in it.  She is the muse of all things that are good and literary in the world.  I am poor.  You people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110099370789072459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110099370789072459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110099370789072459' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-110041451006701181</id><published>2004-11-13T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T22:54:32.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BRAND NEW FRIENDSMood: my mood is irrelevantMusic: We Only Come Out At Night; by the Smashing PumpkinsI'm kinda in that space between tired and buzzing wakefulness, so this might come out in an odd order.  I see that I haven't done a post since early October.  Meh.  First off, read this.  It's a brilliant article written by Dan Savage, of Savage Love fame.  It's not about sex, by the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110041451006701181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/110041451006701181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110041451006701181' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109709133631746272</id><published>2004-10-06T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T12:35:36.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE PRIVATE LIFE OF MY BEDMood: AmusedMusic: Saint Simon; by the ShinsThere's this fun game here.  It's like twenty questions, only it warps your mind.  It correctly guessed 'skateboard' and 'tapir', but I stumpued it with the relatively simple 'futon'.  Here's some fun stuff it had to say about futons afterwards:  Uncommon Knowledge about a futonDoes it have one or more wheels? I say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109709133631746272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109709133631746272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109709133631746272' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109708665215828823</id><published>2004-10-06T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:38:05.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SILENT MUSIC FOR THE MASSESMood: GoodMusic: Crank Heart; by Xiu XiuIt occurs to me that I forgot to officially announce the launch of my new comic here.  Hard Underbelly is still running, but now there's something totally new to read and enjoy as well: The Wrong Band.  It's got absolutely no vampires or anything supernatural in it.  It's got a more organic story and artistic structure which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109708665215828823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109708665215828823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109708665215828823' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109628308740365798</id><published>2004-09-27T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T04:04:47.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WANDER OFF A WASTED NIGHTIn regards to my previous post, I'm dead wrong.  Hard Underbelly will be going to four days a week, Tuesday through Friday.  I had hoped to have a comic for Monday, since I was supposed to have this weekend off, but then the new girl (who has worked for the company for, oh, all of five minutes) requested the weekend off and bam!  My vacation just evaporated.  I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109628308740365798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109628308740365798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109628308740365798' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109618052172880470</id><published>2004-09-25T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T23:35:21.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THW WRONG BANDMood: NervousMusic: Are You A Hypnotist??; by the Flaming LipsOkay, here goes: Hard Underbelly is not ending or anything, but I might have to scale it back again.  I used to only do it three times a week you know.  You've been lucky.  Hopefully it won't be necessary at all.  Why is there a potential problem?  Here's why:  I'm starting a new comic.  It's a project I've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109618052172880470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109618052172880470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109618052172880470' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109592520729555801</id><published>2004-09-23T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:40:07.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLY MOTHER OF GODMood: AmazedMusic: 1000 Umbrellas; by XTCI just watched the series premiere of 'Lost'.  I hereby declare it to be the most astounding and great new tv show of the season.  It's created by J.J. Abrams, who created Alias, so you know it's good. There was some next level shit going on in that show.  It's also got a glut of interesting actors from various things, most notably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109592520729555801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109592520729555801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109592520729555801' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109572147227891220</id><published>2004-09-20T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T16:04:32.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COME JOIN THE YOUTH AND BEAUTY BRIGADEMood: GoodMusic: New Slang; by the ShinsI'm going to start off with the really cool news: If any of you caught the Emmy's last night, the lavender dress being worn by Sharon Stone was designed by my close friend Melissa.  What makes this uber cool is that Melissa is not some high and mighty fashion designer, she's a 19 year old who just started fashion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109572147227891220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109572147227891220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109572147227891220' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109512144111153082</id><published>2004-09-13T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T17:24:01.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DON'T DRINK AND DRAWMood: BuzzedMusic: Oh John; by Paula ColeOkay.  For those interested in getting a Tacos! shirt of their own, I believe Dave was most interested, there's an image here.  I was going to do the cd cover too, but that's kind of on the back burner.  Maybe later this week.  I'm gonna dye my hair again tonight.  I'll be back in black.  Ending Music: Wonderwall; by Ryan Adams</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109512144111153082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109512144111153082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109512144111153082' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109481046254179961</id><published>2004-09-10T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T03:02:27.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WE BLAZE AWAYMood: GoodI just got back from the Kill Rock Stars Showcase concert.  First the bands that I'd never heard before: Xiu Xiu was cool in a rocking Postal Service vein, Deerhoof was pummeling arythymic rock with a spunky little chinese lead singer, and The Gossip packed a White Stripes meets southern gospel wallop.  The Decemberists, the real reason I went at all, were excellent.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109481046254179961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109481046254179961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109481046254179961' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109323353145692637</id><published>2004-08-22T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T21:01:18.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ONE FAMILY LOST A STARMood: GoodMusic: Caught A Lite Sneeze; by Tori AmosLast night was karaoke night at the Rickshaw.  Actually, I think every night is karaoke night at the Rickshaw, it's just that I only go on Saturdays.  It was a good night.  Good singing.  The songs I remember singing include "Never Is Enough by Barenaked Ladies, "Eleanor Rigby" by the Beatles, my standard performance of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109323353145692637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109323353145692637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109323353145692637' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109312794415913974</id><published>2004-08-21T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T15:39:04.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOUR FROZEN TORSO I ABIDEMood: GoodMusic: The Hardest Button To Button; by the White StripesOkay, this is a post mostly to draw attention to a new comic I've started reading, Intershadows.  It's full of the wonderful, crazy, fuckedupbeautiful melodrama that makes writing and reading a cathartic exercise for those of us with some kind of emotional and mental instability.  Tonight is karaoke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109312794415913974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109312794415913974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109312794415913974' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109229007870093567</id><published>2004-08-11T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T22:54:38.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEW FRESH TASTEMood: ProductiveMusic: It's Summertime; by the Flaming LipsOkay, the pictures from the Guerrilla Masquerade Party I went to on Saturday are finally up.  You can view them here.  Of particular interest are photos number 14, 15, and 20, as those are the ones that feature me in my priest costume, as well as my friend Heather, the naughty nurse.  Here's a little write-up on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109229007870093567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109229007870093567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109229007870093567' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109192910606164107</id><published>2004-08-07T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T18:38:26.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT DID THAT SALESMAN DO TO YOU?Mood: Good, ExcitedMusic: On A Slow Night; by MetricI know that in my last post, I briefly mentioned that I'd picked up Metric's debut Album, Old World Underground, Where Are Now? and Modest Mouse's new Good News For People Who Love Bad News.  However, I now feel it must be mentioned that these albums absolutely rock my fuckin' socks off.  Seriously, go out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109192910606164107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109192910606164107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109192910606164107' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109182085763812602</id><published>2004-08-06T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T12:37:01.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOW THAT YOUR WALLET IS ALL LIT UPMood: GoodMusic: Hustle Rose; by MetricIt's raining in Seattle again, which usually would be a good thing, except I have a kind of nutsy costume party to go to tommorrow, and lederhosen and rain don't mix.  I'm not kidding.  I'm working on a plan that may make me a musician.  It involves guitar lessons from my very talented father, the purchase of a MIDI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109182085763812602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109182085763812602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109182085763812602' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109130778268852451</id><published>2004-07-31T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T14:03:02.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PEOPLE THOUGHT THAT THEY WERE JUST BEING REWARDEDMood: GoodMusic: Girl Inform Me; by the ShinsEver wonder what all of the Hard Underbelly comics that have been made so far look like all in one place?  I finally got a filer for them.  I was getting tired of scrounging through the 5 different bristol pads they've been drawn on when I had to find a comic.  I've already got Monday and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109130778268852451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109130778268852451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109130778268852451' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109048459135633831</id><published>2004-07-22T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T01:23:11.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IMMOLATION SONGMood: GoodMusic: If I Didn't Love You; by SqueezeA few days after getting my tattoo, I am filled with regret.  Just kidding.  It still feels like a sunburn, and the top layer of dead skin has started to come off, which is to be expected.  Last night I dyed my hair black, which I am known to do from time to time.  I used a brand I've never used before, and I'm pleased to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109048459135633831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109048459135633831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109048459135633831' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-109013664397931731</id><published>2004-07-18T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T00:46:40.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PIECE OF DUCT TAPE DOWN MY BACKMood: GoodMusic: I Like Birds; by EelsOkay.  The tattoo is done.  For some time I've wanted a tattoo based on an illustration by Edward Gorey.  However, his stuff is way to complex.  In the future, I may do something based on it, but for now, I did something else:  These are the Chinese characters that mean creator; one who makes, invents, or grows things.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109013664397931731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/109013664397931731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109013664397931731' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-108987171693898573</id><published>2004-07-14T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T23:08:36.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE WORST THING IN THE WORLDI was just channel surfing, and I came across some goddamn country music awards shit on CBS.  If anyone needs any more proof that mainstream country music has gone down the toilet, let me tell you what I saw:  As a couple of moronic lookin' country stars sang, one playing guitar, the other rapping on a cowbell so ridiculously that he made Will Ferrel look dignified, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108987171693898573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108987171693898573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108987171693898573' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-108935231960341473</id><published>2004-07-08T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T22:53:53.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE FINE LINE BETWEEN SELF CONTROL AND SELF ABUSEMood: GoodMusic: Run; by AIRSo much to say, largely because I haven't posted anything here in quite some time.  I've got a new job that's just a five minute walk from my pad.  I develop photos at a drugstore, a job that is both wonderful and terrifying.  Wonderful when I get to develop pictures of kittens and girls in their underware kissing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108935231960341473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108935231960341473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108935231960341473' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-108735381605260845</id><published>2004-06-15T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T19:43:36.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AS YOU WERE LOVIN' HIM AND HE WAS LOVIN' YOUMood: GoodMusic: Small Blue Thing; by Suzanne VegaOkay, there are a few things.  One, I think the whole five days a week schedule is going to work out just fine.  Of course, it would also help if a few of my readers tried to spread the word by linking to me from blogs, personal websites, just telling friends, etc.  Also, I've changed the site a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108735381605260845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108735381605260845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108735381605260845' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-108670873749947651</id><published>2004-06-08T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T08:32:17.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M DOING THIS FOR YOUMood: GoodMusic: Go, Hippie; by Fountains Of WayneOkay, I'm trying out doing Hard Underbelly five days a week.  Why am I doing this?  For many reasons.  One, Hard Underbelly is not as big as I would like it to be, and for it to grow in readership and popularity, I feel some more effort is required on my part.  Two, It's moving to slowly for my tastes.  I'd like the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108670873749947651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108670873749947651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108670873749947651' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-108657264632532734</id><published>2004-06-06T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T18:44:52.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FROM THE CASCADES TO PUGET SOUNDMood: GoodMusic: This Place Is A Prison; by the Postal ServiceOkay, Monday's comic is in the hopper, and should appear, well, Monday.  I'm currently in that scary place between when one job ends, and the other begins.  I'm also a few days into my new, hairless lifestyle.  Also, I'm a few days into being on Friendster.  It's fun.  People, especcially Trixie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108657264632532734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108657264632532734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108657264632532734' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-108569459072834718</id><published>2004-05-27T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T14:49:50.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FOR ALL THE OTHER SUBDEFECTIVESMood: OkayMusic: Blood Boat; by They Might Be GiantsOkay, I've got a few random things to talk about.  For starters, here's the most random:Every once in a while, watching primetime tv, they have ads for the daytime soaps.  In one such add, I've gotten the impression that one major arc in some soap has been a serial killer known as the Salem Serial Killer (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108569459072834718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108569459072834718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108569459072834718' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-108518724815576934</id><published>2004-05-21T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T17:54:08.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OUCHMood: In PainMusic: Bigger Stronger; by ColdplaySo I was feeling okay this morning, not counting my allergies and a cold I've been fighting off.  Long story short, after doing some grocery shopping this afternoon, I have lost the ability to straighten my back.  If I do anything other than keep my spine curved, I experience horrible, dizzying pain.  Even inhaling to strongly creates a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108518724815576934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108518724815576934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108518724815576934' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-108459567858972901</id><published>2004-05-14T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T21:34:38.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE YOU LIKE THE SUNLIGHTMood: GoodMusic: I Didn't Mean To Hurt You; by SpiritualizedHmm.  Where to begin?  The new indie Vashon paper has already started up, and I'm in it.  I also ran into Hamish, editor of the paper formerly known as the Ticket, and he told me that he's planning on doing a bit of a break and then starting up a northwest magazine, which I would be included in.  That would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108459567858972901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108459567858972901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108459567858972901' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-108338732344691306</id><published>2004-04-30T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T21:59:35.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THERE'S NOTHING THAT I WOULDN'T DOMood: OkayMusic: Heartattack in a Layby; by Porcupine TreeIn regards to my previous post, I got a little letter from T Campbell, the author of Fans.  I won't get into the details of the letter, it was short and simple, but I just wanted to commend him for not writing a tirade directed at me for my gripes with his work and Graphic Smash.  Lord knows I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108338732344691306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108338732344691306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108338732344691306' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-108111135045266619</id><published>2004-04-04T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T13:48:49.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MAKING YOU MY BRIDE AND SLOWLY GROWING OLD TOGETHERMood: Good, but kinda boredMusic: You Are Invited; by the Dismemberment PlanI saw Hellboy last night.  I liked it.  It was very entertaing.  Hellboy's make-up was the most natural seeming prosthetic I've ever seen in a movie.  The only problem with it may be it's accessibility.  I'm a huge fan of the comics, so I already knew the whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108111135045266619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108111135045266619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108111135045266619' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-108026711715528846</id><published>2004-03-25T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T18:15:21.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAWNY GYPSY GIRL, SLEEPING BLANKETED BY STARSMood: TiredMusic: This Monkey's Gone To Heaven; by The PixiesAs promised by Wednesday's sketch, there is a new comic in the docket for Friday.  Enjoy.  The reason I'm tried is that I just got home from work, and now I have to drive to Olympia and back.  And I have a headache.  Also, I'm kind of pissed, 'cause my bag of sharpies has vanished.  It</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108026711715528846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/108026711715528846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108026711715528846' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107967090626181519</id><published>2004-03-18T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T20:41:22.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE SYSTEM ALWAYS WINSMood: GoodMusic: Pepper; by Butthole SurfersI think the Butthole Surfers made a serious judgement lapse when coming up with the band name.  Despite how great a lot of their music is, their name is a big turn-off for the uninitiated, and I bet even their die-hard fans think it's childish and stupid.  Anyway, I don't really know that I had any specific intentions when I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107967090626181519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107967090626181519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107967090626181519' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107915809871194113</id><published>2004-03-12T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T22:11:26.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WE TRAVEL WITHOUT SEATBELTS ON, WE LIVE THIS CLOSE TO DEATHMood: GoodMusic: Girl You Have No Faith In Medicine; by The White StripesI just watched the first episode of "Wonderfalls".  It was very funny.  It's kind of like Joan of Arcadia on crack.  And since it's on right after Joan of Arcadia (on a different network of course), it makes a good follow-up to it.  Kind of like an alcoholic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107915809871194113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107915809871194113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107915809871194113' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107871772165661299</id><published>2004-03-07T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T19:51:42.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STATE OF THE UNIONMood: GoodMusic: Summertime; by SublimeI guess explanations are in order.  Or, really, excuses.  There was a sketch on Monday, with a reason for there being no comic.  On wednesday, there was no comic.  On Thursday, there was a comic that should have been up Wednesday, and a promise of a new comic on Friday.  On Friday, there was no comic.  Many webcomic types are late </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107871772165661299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107871772165661299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107871772165661299' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107833355743823046</id><published>2004-03-03T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:08:52.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SORRYUh, yeah... I'm sorry about the no comic today.  There will be new comics Thursday and Friday, so it'll all work out.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107833355743823046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107833355743823046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107833355743823046' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107810179532248594</id><published>2004-02-29T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T16:46:06.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M GOING TO THE SPECIAL HELLMood: Good, but very tiredMusic: Son Of An Astronaut; by ButterfliesThree hours of sleep + Emerald City Comic-con = extremely exhausted Tristan.  It was a good con.  Good free swag.  The Penny Arcade both is noticably quieter and less in demand when Tycho and Gabe aren't there.  Darick Robertson, Brian Bendis, and Greg Rucka were sitting side by side at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107810179532248594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107810179532248594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107810179532248594' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107801129863902854</id><published>2004-02-28T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T15:39:35.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHINY SILVER DOLLAR ON EITHER EYEMood: a killing time kinda boredMusic: Terminal Annex; by Harvey DangerI was going through the archives of Hard Underbelly recently, and I've decided that I like my own art more and more.  It's really rough at the beginning, but I feel there's a definate increase in quality as time goes on and we approach the present.  I'm not saying it's great now or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107801129863902854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107801129863902854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107801129863902854' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107734097009778918</id><published>2004-02-20T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T21:25:29.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT IS THE SHIZNIT? (wherein tristan tells you what the shiznit is)Mood: GoodMusic: Wonderwall; the Ryan Adams cover of the Oasis classicJoan of Arcadia is the shiznit.  I know what you're thinking, but it's actually a good show.  It's one of those shows that whenever I saw it advertised I thought, what a piece of crap.  And then I was forced to realize my mistake while channel surfing.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107734097009778918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107734097009778918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107734097009778918' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107691762664106711</id><published>2004-02-15T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T23:49:39.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MONDAY, BLOODY MONDAYMood: OkayMusic: Delicate; by Damien RiceOn Monday's comic...it's a sex joke.  And really, it's not much of a joke.  You should count yourselves lucky that we're over a hundred comics in and this is the first overtly sexual stuff I've had happen.  Back in the early days of Not All There, for instance, most of the comics were painful expressions of pent-up, adolescently </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107691762664106711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107691762664106711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107691762664106711' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107665696849424782</id><published>2004-02-12T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T23:25:17.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ON FRIDAY'S COMICMood: ProductiveMusic: As I Rise; by The Decemberists (listen to the Decemberists, they are cool)I have finished Friday's comic and uploaded it.  However, I did this at 11:15, and Keenspace's auto-updater is a bit confusing.  Thusly, the comic may not be registering as something I want put up tomorrow.  And, bless their hearts, Keenspace is still working on getting back on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107665696849424782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107665696849424782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107665696849424782' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107663101285504787</id><published>2004-02-12T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T23:21:40.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FANTASSTICMood: DecentMusic: July, July!; by the DecemberistsHa!  I bet none of you suspected that the first bit of what is technically considered nudity in Hard Underbelly would be a guy's ass!  Fear not, Hard Underbelly is not about to join the oddly high number of yaoi comics on Keenspace, as the next comic will prove.  Anyway, I'm about to start working on Friday's comic.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107663101285504787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107663101285504787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107663101285504787' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107544250180903648</id><published>2004-01-29T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T22:03:52.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I WANT MY HARD UNDERBELLY! (OR MTV)Okay, just for now, I've set the www.hardunderbelly.com domain to redirect here to the news page, which is not hosted by Keenspace.  I'll set it back to Keenspace when they're working again, but in the meantime, at least you're seeing something, as opposed to nothing.  I'm kind of considering using a different host, what with all of Keenspace's problems.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107544250180903648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107544250180903648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107544250180903648' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107542866168089762</id><published>2004-01-29T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T18:13:12.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOOKING TO PURCHASE A SOCIAL LIFEMood: IrritatedMusic: Side; by TravisSo the way I hear it, the current problem with Keenspace is that they have a virus that has incapacitated the Keenspace servers, and they're doing their best to fix it.  However, I can't help but think of this as really stupid.  I know that new viruses are being spit out quicker than diet Pepsi these days, but you'd think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107542866168089762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107542866168089762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107542866168089762' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107526538148637548</id><published>2004-01-27T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T20:51:49.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE INTERNATIONAL LANGUAGEMood: AnnoyedMusic: Delicate; by Damien RiceSo... I very much want to have Wednesday's comic all loaded and in the docket.  Unfortunately, Keenspace's servers and loading right now.  I haven't even been able to see the Hard Underbelly page all day.  Once the servers are accepting me again, I'll load the comic.  However, I have to work tomorrow, so that might take a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107526538148637548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107526538148637548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107526538148637548' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107491214817179126</id><published>2004-01-23T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T18:44:30.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROSE TINTED GLASSESMood: ExcellentMusic: Kiss Me, Son Of God (Alternate Version); by They Might Be GiantsI'm in a great mood.  The comic today had a little error.  I wrote "you're" instead of "your".  Then I fixed it when I read it on-line.  That's the beauty of the internet.  I can go back and retroactively change the comics that had typos or other errors.  For instance, if I establish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107491214817179126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107491214817179126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107491214817179126' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107448474806173803</id><published>2004-01-18T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T18:47:20.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE SUN DON'T GO DOWN, IT'S JUST AN ILLUSION CAUSED BY THE WORLD SPINNING 'ROUNDMood: ExcellentMusic: S-E-X-X-Y; by They Might Be GiantsI haven't posted any news here in a while, but frankly, I just don't care.  Not a lot of people bother to read this news section.  And all of the really important stuff I put on the main page anyway, so it's not like the earth-shattering news is gonna get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107448474806173803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107448474806173803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107448474806173803' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-107137790727161514</id><published>2003-12-13T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T20:59:35.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHE HAS TO DISCIPLINE HER BODYMood: RecoveringMusic: Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots Pt. 1; by The Flaming LipsI haven't posted here in a while.  I now tend to put really important things in blurbs on the main page.  Like how I recently came down with the Venezuelan monkey flu.  A few things to get off my chest.  I finally saw the Hulk.  They really fucked that movie up.  I don't really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107137790727161514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/107137790727161514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107137790727161514' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106974712198922986</id><published>2003-11-24T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T00:04:49.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S A BEAUTIFUL NEW DAYMood: GreatMusic: Hurt; by Johnny CashMy music really doesn't match my mood right now, but oh well.  Okay, there's a new comic up for Tuesday.  There'll be another new one on Wednesday, and then that'll be it untill Monday next week.  I'm not even going to be home between Wednesday morning and late Friday, so cut me a little slack, okay?  I've been watching the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106974712198922986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106974712198922986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106974712198922986' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106947680657632846</id><published>2003-11-21T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T20:54:04.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAY YES TO SUFJAN STEVENSMood: GoodMusic: Detroit, Lift Up Your Weary Head! (Rebuild! Restore! Reconsider!); by Sufjan StevensI command all people to listen to the album 'Say Yes To Michigan' by Sufjan Stevens.  Despite a title that sounds silly, and a simple album cover that features an elk and a basic map of Michigan, it's some of the most stunningly beautiful music I've ever heard.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106947680657632846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106947680657632846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106947680657632846' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106947030091587276</id><published>2003-11-21T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T20:49:07.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S OH SO QUIETMood: DecentFood:  Fried Chicken and Apple BeerOkay, chapter 1 of Hard Underbelly has drawn to a close.  Chapter 2 will start on Monday.  The schedule will also be slightly wonky next week 'cause I'm taking a short trip on Thanksgiving, so I won't be able to update the comic on Friday.  Rest assured that there will be three comics, just on slightly different days.  Most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106947030091587276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106947030091587276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106947030091587276' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106870348807374665</id><published>2003-11-12T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:05:37.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHIPS PASSING IN THE NIGHTMood: GoodI think Matthew Perry should be in the West Wing more.  Tonight's episode was pretty good, probably the strongest of the new season so far.  The writting still isn't as clever as it was with Aaron Sorkin at the helm, but the plot is good.  It's funny.  NBC made a big deal about how it was going to be a more politically balanced show now, but if anything, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106870348807374665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106870348807374665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106870348807374665' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106852801429674602</id><published>2003-11-10T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T21:20:38.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE A FEW THINGS, AND YOU ARE ONE OF THEMMood: GoodMusic: Pushing The Sky; by SeatbeltsOkay, I've made some serious additions to the Hard Underbelly Store.  The first is a shirt that simply says "You really do whinge on, you know that?"  It's is, of course, taken directly from this strip.  The next product is one I'm very excited about, and it is the Fucking Up Democracy jersey.  It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106852801429674602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106852801429674602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106852801429674602' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106834700665531583</id><published>2003-11-08T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T19:03:48.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE BEAUTIFULMood: GreatMusic: Just Like Honey; by The Jesus &amp; Mary ChainThe comic is continuing.  The action is continuing.  I have now used the word 'whinge' in the comic, and I feel complete.  Saying whinge is like saying whine, only much, much cooler.  I'm finding Ultimate X-Men by Mark Millar to be getting better and better.  Just a little heads up, Hard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106834700665531583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106834700665531583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106834700665531583' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106806101882478830</id><published>2003-11-05T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T11:37:15.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALL THE NEWS THAT'S FIT TO (EXPLETIVE DELETED)Mood: AwakeMusic: Woolly Muffler; by Harvey DangerFirst off, the Green River Killer has pleaded guilty.  It will be the most convictions, though not exactly though most killings, for a serial killer in American history.  I can see all those true-crime authors whetting their typewriters in anticipation of a quick million.  I don't really like true</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106806101882478830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106806101882478830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806101882478830' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106765821239329257</id><published>2003-10-31T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T19:43:43.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S HEREMood: DecentMusic: Marching Band; by Sufjan StevensOkay, it took a while, but the Halloween comic is finally up.  I think there was a major server hiccup at Keenspace, 'cause when I started trying to manually update the page, there were a good 3500+ people in line waiting to get it done.  So I was definately not the only one.  I'm doing an impromptu movie marathon for Halloween.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106765821239329257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106765821239329257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106765821239329257' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106761753411892102</id><published>2003-10-31T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T08:25:44.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FYIAs much as I would like for today's comic to be up, for it is halloweeny, Keenspace's servers won't let me in.  Whether this is symptomatic of a problem with Keenspace in general or some kind of retaliation for my previous post, in which I ripped some parts of Keenspace a new one, has yet to be seen.  If it's just a problem with Keenspace's servers, it saddens me.  Keenspace provides a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106761753411892102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106761753411892102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106761753411892102' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106746276503093074</id><published>2003-10-29T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T21:11:15.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KEENSPACEDMood: HorrifiedMusic: Miserable; by LitBefore I start ragging on Keenspace comics, I think I should say a few things.  One, I am a Keenspacer.  I use Keenspace to bring Hard Underbelly to the web.  I find their auto-archiving tool very useful.  That being said, Keenspace still pisses me off.  I understand that Keenspace is free, and that the people bringing it out aren’t really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106746276503093074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106746276503093074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106746276503093074' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106745097550347731</id><published>2003-10-29T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T10:12:44.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE FIRST PARSLEY IS FREEMood: OkayMusic: Bee Song; by BattershellOkay.  There's a new comic.  The action is beginning.  In theory, the Aurora Borealis is supposed to be pretty good tonight.  I saw it on Sunday, which is weird for this latitude, but the biggest solar flare in recorded history was yesterday, so it should be pretty good.  Halloween is Friday, and I'm almost 100% certain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106745097550347731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106745097550347731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106745097550347731' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106737896931679004</id><published>2003-10-28T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T14:09:36.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE REAL FOLK BLUESMood: OkayMusic: Vitos Ordination; by Sufjan StevensFirst things first, follow this link and download those songs.  It is the music of Sufjan Stevens.  This guy has an amazing 'undiscovered musical genius' thing going for him.  Also, the action is about to pick way up in Hard Underbelly, so be sure to stick with it.  I think I have injured my left thumb.  Fortunately I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106737896931679004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106737896931679004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106737896931679004' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106671850904367049</id><published>2003-10-20T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T23:41:48.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A LITTLE BIT OF A LOT OF THINGSThere's so many things to say.  I guess I'll start with the lighter stuff.  I beat Jak II today.  It was really good, and I'll return it for store credit on Wednesday.  I'll need that store credit to help me buy FX-2 when it comes out in November.  It's release got bumped forward.  More games should do that, as opposed to the typical getting bumped back that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106671850904367049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106671850904367049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106671850904367049' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106610784132224348</id><published>2003-10-13T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T22:04:01.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HAVE SEEN MORE BATTLES LOST THAN I HAVE BATTLES WONMood: DecentMusic: Punchdrunk Lovesick Singalong; by RadioheadOkay, new comic up, but y'all probably figured that out already.  I was rooting through some old tapes, trying to find something to record Smallville, Angel, Ed, the West Wing, Boomtown, and Alias onto (not all on one tape, or in that order, but those are the shows that I most</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106610784132224348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106610784132224348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106610784132224348' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106592271905309996</id><published>2003-10-11T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T18:38:38.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIKE SEEING INTO THE FUTUREMood: Kind of ProductiveMusic: Sex Born Poison; by Air (featuring Buffalo Daughter)Before I get into anything else, Sex Born Poison is one of the coolest songs ever.  Anyway, there's  a new product up at the Hard Underbelly Store.  It's a shirt.  It reads, "where were you when they were handing out brains? still in the ugly line?".  It's a shirt for those days </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106592271905309996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106592271905309996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106592271905309996' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106589756379692023</id><published>2003-10-11T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T11:39:23.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOMEONE PUT THE LIGHT BACK ONMood: DisgustedMusic: Tonight Is the Night I Fell Asleep At the Wheel; by Barenaked LadiesLast night I watched a bit of that Bill Moyers tv show on PBS called Now.  The main topic was President Bush's Faith Based Initiative.  Whenever the Christian Right side of the debate was talking, it made me feel kind of homicidal.  Where can I start?  Well, to begin with,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106589756379692023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106589756379692023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106589756379692023' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106549535960940895</id><published>2003-10-06T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T20:28:38.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOME REALLY GOOD THINGSMood: GoodMusic: Oh What A World; by Rufus WainwrightWell, first things first, there's a new comic, featuring in a little, no-line cameo, Hank from Kenny Kiel's Squaresville.  Kenny's comic is the only thing Keenspace has to offer that I enjoy on a regular basis.  Describing most Keenspace comics as "misguidedly plagiaristic" would be overly charitable, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106549535960940895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106549535960940895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106549535960940895' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106514707773229137</id><published>2003-10-02T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T20:19:16.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NO TATS, NO PIERCINGSMood: OkayMusic: Stay Up Late; by Talking HeadsWithout much fanfare, Hard Underbelly has returned to a normal updating schedule of M-W-F.  This is slightly complicated by the fact that Keenspace has been a bit tweaky lately.  Sometimes their servers are out for a little bit, and no Keenspace hosted comic is available.  Personally, I think that the founders of Keenspace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106514707773229137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106514707773229137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106514707773229137' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106438632086968228</id><published>2003-09-23T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T23:52:00.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PACKMood: OkayMusic: Volcano; by Damien RiceAlrighty.  Keenspace seems to be working again.  This is the last new comic for a while.  With any luck I'll be able to set up the internet at my mom's house (where I'm moving temporarily) and Hard Underbelly should return sometime next week.  Ending Music: How To Disappear Completely; by Radiohead</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106438632086968228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106438632086968228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106438632086968228' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106433686065318440</id><published>2003-09-23T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T10:07:40.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOUTH CULTURE KILLED MY DOGFYI  It looks like Keenspace is dead for now.  I hope it isn't dead permenantly.  I've even been doing new comics again.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106433686065318440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106433686065318440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106433686065318440' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106226549667445185</id><published>2003-08-30T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T10:45:07.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'LL BRING YOU COVER WHEN YOU'RE COLD, YOU'LL BRING ME YOUTH WHEN I GROW OLDMood: AwakeMusic: You And Whose Army?; by RadioheadThere's a new comic up.  Yeah, I know Casey is learning kung fu pretty quick, but he won't really be kung fu fighting (everybody was kung fu fighting, those kids were fast as lightning) for a while.  This is more a grounding so he'll know how to defend himself.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106226549667445185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106226549667445185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106226549667445185' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106203383396502849</id><published>2003-08-27T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T10:39:28.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HAVE YOUR BLOOD INSIDE MY HEARTMood: OkayMusic: Darkness; by Peter GabrielThere's a new comic.  If you don't get it, tough.  Work is tiring, but funny.  Today we spent about two and a half hours transferring dresses from wall racks to round racks.  Then our new appearance manager started complaining about them being packed to tightly.  So she and our store manager had a long discussion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106203383396502849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106203383396502849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106203383396502849' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106185742993735593</id><published>2003-08-25T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T18:28:22.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE GOOD NEW STUFFMood: OkayMusic: Jonathon Fisk; by SpoonThere's a new comic up, featuring some some seriously kung fulicious skills.  There will, naturally, be some action coming up as Saul teaches Casey some fightin' stuff.  Hey, everyone should listen to the band Spoon.  They kick so much ass that they have to get a special ass kicking permit just to tune their instruments.  Ending </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106185742993735593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106185742993735593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106185742993735593' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106161158287915374</id><published>2003-08-22T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T17:24:54.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWSYMood: GoodMusic: I Misunderstood; by Richard ThompsonI have gotten a job.  It's a temporary job, and will only last for a week, but it's full time and pays $8.00 and hour, so it's a good thing.  It's a stocking position at Coldwater Creek in Seattle.  So it counts as retail experience, which will really help fill out my resume.  Currently my resume consists of working at the Vashon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106161158287915374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106161158287915374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106161158287915374' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106153447492514904</id><published>2003-08-21T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T23:41:14.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TWISTING IN THE WINDMood: OkayMusic: Roads; by PortisheadOkay, it's 11:30 at night.  I'm wondering, "What can I do to revolutionize Hard Underbelly?"  So I made forums.  Join up, so I won't feel like a complete loser, which is what I really am.  I know that Stompy's forums have been down for some time, and that at least a few people there used to read Hard Underbelly, so maybe they'll join </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106153447492514904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106153447492514904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106153447492514904' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106148095434297130</id><published>2003-08-21T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T21:07:23.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GIGANTIC; BIG BIG LOVEMood: Awake earlier than I want to be, which I'm going to pretend is an actual "mood".  Music: Trouble; by ColdplayOkay, there's a new comic up.  This comic is actually the 50th Hard Underbelly, counting the first cover.  That's almost twice a year's worth of Not All There.  I do a lot more work on this than I've ever had to do for that.  There will also be a new comic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106148095434297130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106148095434297130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106148095434297130' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106126666749079555</id><published>2003-08-18T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T08:52:46.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: LOVEI've got the next couple of comics all drawn.  So why aren't they up?  I'm at my mom's house.  And her computer blows.  Let's do a little comparison.  My computer has tons of RAM, my mom's doesn't.  My computer can run Adobe PhotoShop 7.0 like it was designed for it, my mom's computer regularly freezes while running PhotoShop 6.0.  My computer has a god-like DSL hook</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106126666749079555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106126666749079555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106126666749079555' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106082414589471865</id><published>2003-08-13T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T18:27:26.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BIGGEST POST IN A LONG WHILE, MAYBEMood: Okay, tiredMusic: Because; the Elliot Smith coverFirst things first, I'm not going to join the national guard.  They were kind of misleading in that website that made me want to join, so I've scrapped that plan.  Anyway, this is the bit that may get long.  I went to Canada last night.  Anyone with half a brain in the Northwest knows that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106082414589471865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106082414589471865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106082414589471865' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106067538695133023</id><published>2003-08-12T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T08:42:09.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO LITTLE TIMEMood: You'll SeeMusic: Joga; by BjorkThere should be a new comic up pretty soon.  Since I have to go back to the island - something I'm dreading, since I can tell my mom is not too thrilled about this whole National Guard thing - I try to put up as many comics as possible while I'm around.  Anyway, about my mood, I'm listening to Bjork.  Listening to Bjork always makes me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106067538695133023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106067538695133023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106067538695133023' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106058585943517036</id><published>2003-08-11T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T00:20:20.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAUCY WENCHMood: OkayMusic: Daffodil Lament; by the CranberriesThat song will actually have importance in a later Hard Underbelly.  A much later Hard Underbelly.  Anyway, after a good week and a half, there is a new comic up.  For a brief time on Sunday there was an embarrassing picture of me at a Ren Fair on the main page, but it is gone for good.  I'm particularly happy with the artwork </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106058585943517036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106058585943517036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106058585943517036' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-106027096561289438</id><published>2003-08-07T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T08:42:45.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAVING SEX AND EATING CEREAL, WEARING JEANS AND SMOKING CIGGARETTESMood: HomesickMusic: Shine On You Crazy Diamond; by Pink FloydUgh.  I wish I was home.  I don't like it here at my mom's house.  It's boring.  More importantly, how am I supposed to find a job if I'm at home all the time.  I'm going to try and get back ot Lynnwood a bit next week, so there should be new comics then.  But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106027096561289438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/106027096561289438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106027096561289438' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105967831258911342</id><published>2003-07-31T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T00:12:45.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOT THE EASIEST THING IN THE WORLDMood: OkayMusic: Stairway To Heaven; by Led ZeppelinUgh.  There are actually two new comics up.  One for Thursday and one for Friday, which is the one currently on display.  I uploaded them both at the same time yesterday, but Keenspace is apparently unable to count.  They've got this automatic system where you can pload your comics either numbered (i.e. 001</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105967831258911342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105967831258911342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105967831258911342' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105958870449575113</id><published>2003-07-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T11:13:01.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COMPLETELY DISCONNECTED FROM REALITYMood: ProductiveMusic: For The Wars; by ClinicI mentioned that I was at the Alderwood mall yesterday.  I was in EB Games for a part of that time.  I wasn't there to buy, but just to browse.  I was looking at the Star Wars Galaxies package when I found this quote, which I am now paraphrasing:  "Follow many different jobs, or maybe even become a Jedi Knight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105958870449575113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105958870449575113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105958870449575113' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105955663594319960</id><published>2003-07-30T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T12:06:05.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE KIND OF GIRL A GUY LIKE ME COULD HYPNOTIZEMood: ProductiveMusic: It's In Our Hands; by BjorkOkay.  We've got a new comic up.  There will also be a new comic up on Thursday, as well as one on Friday.  Why am I being so nice?  'Cause I'm going to be away from my computer for at least a week.  Thus, these will be the last comics for some time.  There may be a new comic as early as late next</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105955663594319960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105955663594319960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105955663594319960' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105915293528734305</id><published>2003-07-25T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T02:13:26.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MAYBE I KNOWMood: OkayMusic: Week Next June; by White TownOkay, we've got a new comic up.  This is the first comic I can think of where Saul's jewishness (which may or may not be a word) is made kind of apparent.  Yet again, the dialog here hints that there's a lot more going on than we're really privy to.  Well, then you're privy to, really.  I, of course, already know what exactly is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105915293528734305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105915293528734305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105915293528734305' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105899004158585818</id><published>2003-07-23T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T10:04:02.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NO LONGER A BOY, NOT YET A MANMood: OkayMusic: There's More To Life Than This; by BjorkThere's a new comic up.  I also fixed Casey's hair in the last comic.  I now have the coolest shirt in the history of mankind.  Here's a pic:  Now, many people would say, "Boy, that's an ugly shirt."  Well, I invite you to take a closer look at it and see the wonderful funny:  Nice, huh?  I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105899004158585818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105899004158585818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105899004158585818' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105853753394844942</id><published>2003-07-18T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T12:48:11.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUICKIEMood: AwakeMusic: I Will (No Man's Land); by RadioheadOkay, real quick.  There's a new comic up.  There won't be another comic untill Wednesday, sorry.  :(I'm going to be gone this weekend, and I'm not getting back till Tuesday, which is why there won't be a new comic.  Ending Music: God's Comic; by Elvis Costello</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105853753394844942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105853753394844942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105853753394844942' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105845703559416046</id><published>2003-07-17T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T07:12:45.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COMPLICATEDNESSLYMood: OkayMusic: Signal To Noise; by Peter GabrielThere is a new comic up.  It's, uh, new, I guess.  Hmm, I thought I had more to say on that subject, but it turns out I don't.  In other cool news, the fossil of a plesiosaur has been found at Loch Ness.  This means that they did at least live there at one time, which adds a little bit of credence to the theory that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105845703559416046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105845703559416046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105845703559416046' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105831073266718441</id><published>2003-07-15T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T16:12:12.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWSMood: OkayMusic: Little Star; by Stina NordenstamJust a little bit of quick news.  1, Wednesday's comic will be up on Thursday, and Friday's comic will be up on Friday, like usual.  So I'm not really missing a day, I'm just bumping one back a bit.  2, I'm a very happy Mac user, since World of WarCraft will be getting a release for the Mac at the same time as the PC.  That's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105831073266718441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105831073266718441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105831073266718441' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105821690808558468</id><published>2003-07-14T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T14:09:21.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WANTED: A MUSE FOR A MUSERMood: MusingMusic: Penguins; by Lyle LovettA couple of nights ago I came across my brother's friend watching a Tool music video.  In general I'm not a huge Tool fan.  I don't dislike them, their music simply doesn't appeal to me.  Anyway, I was watching this video, which had some very interesting claymation.  Listening to it, and watching the video, I came to some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105821690808558468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105821690808558468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105821690808558468' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105819944849138004</id><published>2003-07-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T09:19:33.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AMUSING ANECDOTEMood: AmusedMusic: Destination Moon; by They Might Be GiantsOne thing I like to do a couple times a week is check out the logs for my comic.  Mostly I use them to see where people are coming from.  Y'know, what sites are referring people to me, how people found out about Hard Underbelly.  So far I find that the main referrer has been PixelPrincess.org's forums.  Unfortunately</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105819944849138004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105819944849138004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105819944849138004' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105819810770976903</id><published>2003-07-14T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T08:51:21.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RECTUM FACED PYGMYMood: DecentMusic: Innocent When You Dream; by Tom WaitsThere's a new comic up.  It's done in a nice, full page splash kinda format, which can be a lot of fun to draw.  In an update about what'll happen with Hard Underbelly while I'm painting my mom's house, I give you this bit of news:  I'll probably be coming home Tuesday's and going back Thursday's, so with any luck, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105819810770976903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105819810770976903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105819810770976903' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105792943365052109</id><published>2003-07-11T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T08:50:41.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOMETHINGMood: AwakeMusic: Watch Her Disappear; by Tom WaitsThere's a new comic up.  Yay for punctuality.  Going home.  I saw Pirates of the Caribbean.  It was fun and entertaining.  I liked it.  I'm sleepy.  Gotta go catch a bus.  Bye bye.  Ending Music: Hey Jude; by the Beatles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105792943365052109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105792943365052109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105792943365052109' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105785833007524421</id><published>2003-07-10T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T10:32:09.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BAD NEWS (PROBABLY)Mood: OkayMusic: Life In A Glass House; by RadioheadI've got some bad news.  My class ends next week.  After that, I'm going to be at my mom's house for as long as it takes to paint it.  While I'm there, I will be unable to update the comic at all.  I don't know how long it will take to paint the house, but I figure on at least a week.  So there will be no Hard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105785833007524421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105785833007524421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105785833007524421' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105776620359816995</id><published>2003-07-09T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T06:14:54.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I THINK I'LL MAKE A NEW MEMood: OkayMusic: Bungalow Bill; by the BeatlesWhat is there to say?  There's a new comic up, that's an obvious one.  Yes, I know it's nearly a 100k, but I wanted that color to look decent in the third panel.  High file sizes are just the price you pay for high quality.  Strawberry Festival is this weekend.  That should be amusing.  And the League of Extraordinary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105776620359816995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105776620359816995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105776620359816995' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364131.post-105768247826843034</id><published>2003-07-08T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T09:42:43.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M NOT DOING THE POEM THING ANYMOREMood: OkayMusic: Seven Nation Army; by the White StripesThat poem thing seemed like a good idea early in the morning yesterday, but now it just seems stupid.  Come to think of it, I'm not really sure what I'm posting about here.  I guess I'll just babble then.  On Sunday I saw Danny Berry while going to catch a bus.  I was wearing my Fruit Fucker shirt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105768247826843034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5364131/posts/default/105768247826843034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardunderbelly.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105768247826843034' title=''/><author><name>Tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08427530640026505035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
