submitted by hal (0451 03.03.03)
  Today is 3/3/03.  That's gotta be worth something.  Maybe everyone's lucky number goes up by three today. Yeah, that's the ticket.

  Next week is Spring Break!  Booyah!

  Friday there will be a Tiny Robot comic.  Since Hal is the Tiny Robot and Dave, it's a look back in time.  But we does what the fans tells us.

  My brother, John, came to visit with his family [...came with his family to visit me... something like that], and tells me of the great work he's been doing promoting TBM to friends and coworkers.  So... thanks, John! Oh, and he bought me food and beer, too!  Hard to imagine that this was the guy who would pin me to the ground by sitting on my chest and poke me in the head until I cried.  Yeah, that's right, I cried.  You would've too.  If you were to take our weight ratio then and apply it today, it would be like a freakin' Grizzly sitting on my chest and poking me in the head until I cried. So there.

  My niece is adorable.

  Bowen got his TBM baseball jersey in the mail today.  It is absolutely swank.  There's enough swank in that shirt for up to three normal shirts, or for two swanky shirts and one really crap shirt.

Submitted by Bowen (1124 03.03.2003)

Lost in the Translation

There's a bit of a problem with the way we do this comic.  What normally happens is that I will come up with an idea and write out the script, and then IM it to Hal before I forget it.  Now the smart thing for me to do would be to actually type the script up in word and then send the file to him because, as happens at times, the original script gets lost and Hal has to go from memory, which is what happened today.  I've already been told by MB that today's strip made no sense, and I'm sure a lot of you are scratching your heads as well, so here's the original script

(Hal lies on bed.  Mozart plays from one stereo while psychology lecture notes are read out loud from another)
Bowen:  What are you up to?
Hal:  Studying for my psych exam.  I heard that if you listen to your lecture notes and have classical music playing in the background while you sleep, it helps you retain things better.
Bowen:  Did it work?
Hal:  Did Maslow's heirarchy of needs revolutionize humanist psychology?
Bowen: Um, sure, why not.
(some time later.  Bowen laying on bed with beer in hand.  'Stairway to Heaven' comes from the speaker while on the tv an exercise show commands 'one and two and lift those legs, feel the burn.'  Hal enters.)
Hal:  What are you doing?
Bowen:  Exercising.

So there you go.  You can see how things can change if not regulated properly.  Not to say that today's comic isn't funny, it just lacks a bit of the cohesiveness originally planned.  It's nobody's fault really, like the hindenburg crash or cell phones.  You can't really blame anybody.

Resumes

I recently started working on my resume the other day.  Since I intend to continue along in the student affairs field for the next few years, I need to develop a residence life resume, which needs to be 2-3 pages, as opposed to the 1 page for normal resumes.  At first write-up, this was pretty grim.  I honestly haven't done too much here at college that would be of interest to any residence life organization, or more importantly, make them want to give me money.  Or so I thought.  I sent a copy of my resume to a former boss and she took it upon herself to help me fatten it up.  Wording resumes takes a lot of creativity, it's almost an art form.  Playing drinking songs with Ben at the bar became 'member of ensemble musical group focusing on traditional folk music' and tossed in under my activities while putting on a fake beard and playing Moses for my parent's Sunday school class three years ago is now community service and volunteering with children.  There are other examples, but I shouldn't list too many incase, by some strange reason, a prospective employer takes a look on here and finds I've been massaging the truth a little.  Massaging the truth is resume speak for lieing, by the way.

T-Shirt

Yep, I got my TBM baseball shirt.  It's slick, feels good, looks good.  A steal at the price I paid for it, really.