1.       Do comic for the NCWCCC Anthology (done)

2.       Put together the NCWCCC Anthology

3.       Get Knights of Jubal Forum up (done)

4.       Redesign Knights of Jubal website

5.       Get ahead on COTC

6.       Get ahead on Sebo

7.       Put together small WOWIO eBook

8.       Put together page for non-US residents to order COTC eBooks

9.       Schedule NCWCCC January meeting

10.   Do January wallpaper for SKK subscribers

11.   Exchange gifts with Chelsea

12.   Do small Christmas themed COTC story for Christmas

R    Rest

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For every donation over $100.00 I will send an inked sketch and a set of buttons and possibly other stuff too.

I went to the grocery store the other morning to get some … I forget.  No, really, this isn’t dramatic pause.  I actually can’t remember what I went to get and now I just remembered - chicken.  Anyway, I went to the grocery store the other morning, and while checking out I witnessed a spec of a conversation.  The cashier, a tall, stocky, young man in his early twenties, and another cashier playing bagboy, only she was a short, stocky girl, were discussing a coworker, another girl named Jenny.  I didn’t get all the conversation, but apparently the young man didn’t like Jenny and the tragedy that had befallen him was that Jenny might just get promoted. As I was checking out, the girl was polite in that typical cashier way.  In fact she was perhaps a little too kind as the stocky young man barely noticed me and proceeded to discuss Jenny.  Her, “Did you find everything alright today, sir?” was spoken to me, but with a “You’re waiting on a customer, you jackass, stop talking about Jenny”, tone toward the young man.  He did not heed the tone.  I didn’t know Jenny, but I gathered that she was okay to work with, but not okay to work under.  I assumed this because the girl was nodding in agreement and making like minded statements all through our transaction.  The tall, stocky young man finally acknowledged my presence when the receipt spit out of the cash register. He nodded, thank you, and then went back to talking smack about Jenny.  “If Jenny gets promoted, guess where I’m going.”  The stocky, young man then pointed dramatically toward the door, looking at the stocky young girl while giving both a slight smile and a nod.  He finally added, “I won’t work for Jenny.” I was tempted to say, “I don’t blame you,” if for no other reason than to add a bit of surrealism to the day.  I didn’t say it. 

"Are you of the kin?" the boy said under his breath to no one in particular. He imagined himself uttering this phrase in a tone not unlike Xerxes from the movie 300. Unfortunately the boy had the voice of an angel. Had he been a beautiful girl or went to a school in which the chorus was more important than football this would have been just fine. Unfortunately within the confines of high school his angelic vocal characteristics were more like the sound of an injured fish in the midst of hungry sharks. The school bullies, like grotesque hammerheads, could hear his voice from miles away. The way he said, “excuse me, ma’am” to all the teachers was like dumping twenty barrels of chum off the coast of Australia. This did not bode well for young Billy. What was worse, he really wasn't of the kin either. That’s why he wanted to be “of the kin.” The “kin” ran in packs and stuck together. Sullen, he popped in "Teen Wolf Too" into the DVD player and sat down for the evening.