A New Meaning for "Play Place"

I love those Play Places... there shouldn't be a height restriction, it's ageism I tell you! There oughta be a law! Free play Now! And all that razzmatazz...

So some good ideas have been floating around MotA headquarters recently. Yes indeed, expect good things to be happening around here in the next few weeks. I think the only thing holding us up is the fact that my computer with Photoshop has no broadband and my computer with broadband has no Photoshop. But that should be fixed sometime this month, when Patrick and I move out. That's right, we're leavin' the nest and moving into a house with four of our friends. It should be great fun, and possibly a rich source of debaucherous journal entries. "Tee hee!" I giggle with excitement. I'm planning on setting up a PO Box once we make the move, so you'll be able to donate (or shop... GASP!) with cash and checks. That's the idea anyway. Wish us luck, and keep an eye on MotA!!!

(PS: I'm going on a trip next week and I'll be gone for both the Monday and Friday updates. We haven't decided exactly how we're going to deal with that, but consider this fair warning.)

-Justin

Not a Bird, Nor a Plane...

Don't get any wild ideas from today's comic, please.

A strange thing happened to me this weekend. It was the kind of ridiculous occurrence I thought was reserved only for fiction and highly exaggerated anecdotes. Well, there's nothing exaggerated about what I'm going to tell you next.

Waiting for a trolley in downtown San Diego, a few of us were casually glancing around, admiring the scenery, the buildings... you know, the sights. It was at that point when I noticed a man standing in front of a large window - he was several stories up in a high rise building. I couldn't quite tell for sure, but he seemed to be peering down at our crowd, quite possibly even at me looking back up at him. A little bit unnerved, I decided to direct my glance elsewhere and happened upon another individual in another room of the same building. What I noticed first about this person was that he wore no shirt, so naturally I figured he was probably trying to show off for the ladies down below, which is silly because he was like ten stories high. The next thing that happened sent my mind into one of those slow motion action sequences you see in suspense films. The guy started to turn around, and the movement put the lower section of his body into light, making it suddenly, scandalously visible. I stood in horror as I saw one buttock, and then another, enter my field of vision. I had fast enough reflexes to make a complete 180 degree rotation before I would have caught the Full Monty, and I suppose I should be incredibly relieved about that, but I still learned a valuable lesson about high rise buildings.

- Patrick