After an absence of two weeks… The 17th (only 9 more to go!) in a series from the Draw You A Picture Project:

Everyone agreed that Gulp had the best one this week.

It’s Round 18 now so shoot me some names and descriptions that start with “R”. It would make better pictures if you stick to the Name, Description forumula rather than trying to make the longest scentence possible.

Leave your entry in the comments for this post. I’ll pick the one that makes the most sense, and poses the most challenge and draw it up.

Check back every Monday to see if yours was picked! See the rest of them in the DYAP Flickr Group

Since we didn’t get to put out a show last week, I thought I’d give a little something extra. Here’s my first geek song, “If My Wife Knew”.

Lyrics are after the jump. Enjoy and share-alike!

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From MotherUnit:

When I was in Girl Scouts (we’re talking 40 years ago here peeps) our council owned a cabin just a little bit out of town and my troop arranged to use it for a winter weekend. We spent all day outside sledding till dinner. Afterward we roasted marshmallows in the fireplace for s’mores and then into our jammies before filing into the bunk room for the night.

This bunk room was narrow and ran the full length of the building. There were 12 sets of bunk beds & nearly every bed was occupied. We’re all settling down when a scream comes from the far end of the bunk room. A girl was on the top bunk shrieking & pointing into the corner. There a little mouse was peeking at her through a crack in the floor. So, she did what any self-respecting pre-teen would do: She threw a shoe at it.

As soon as the shoe settled the mouse peeked out again so she threw another shoe. We kept passing shoes, slippers and even snow boots for her to lob. In no time the corner was full of shoes, but the mouse kept peeking out from the footwear totally unfazed by our efforts. Our leaders, unable to sympathize for the danger that we were convinced existed, told us to quit screaming & go to sleep. Eventually we did.

The second night we entered the bunk room somewhat nervously, but the mouse chose not to appear there again.

A lot has changed here at NLCast since last week. A whole new website with more emphasis on the webcomic and podcast. It’s got a new color scheme and no more scary faces!

What do you think?

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I’ve been working on changing the NLCast web template for quite a while now… and finally got done enough to post it. I know it’ll be a huge shock for most of you… but I’m sure in time you’ll find you prefer it over the other one. Darrell will love it right off.

This is a ever incresingly modified version of ComicPress. I’ve written some custom PHP script to add a area above the twin sidebars to feature the latest podcast. A feature I’ve wanted for a very long time. Of course what it does best is feature my twice-weekly web comic: Geek Loves Nerd. I’ve also replaced the dark-black graphics with more of the oranges and browns that were my favorite part of the last theme anyway.

I’m not completely through checking everything. It’s late and I’ll have to do it later. If you find anything that’s broken or missing, please let me know.

I’d love to get your feedback. Leave your thoughts in the comments!

This one’s from Lisa:

I woke up this morning at 5:30, groggily as always, and go to the bathroom to wash up and hopefully wake up. Usually, when I go wash up, the first thing I do is look into the mirror to see how awful I look. However, as I turn towards the mirror, I notice a spider dangling right in front of my face. I’m a bit arachnophobic, and this spider is literally an inch from my nose, so I completely freeze up (and wake up in the process. Yay!). As I’m contemplating what to do with the spider, I look around to see if there were any potential spider-swatters around me.

I noticed that when I looked around, the spider never left my sight. It always seemed to be in front of me. It took a few minutes, but the truth finally struck me. I had a live spider dangling from my hair. Just to be sure, I even tilted my head up and down slowly to see if the spider shifted locations. When it did, I freaked out and started swatting my hand at the space above it, hoping to break the webby-string it was hanging on. I’m not quite sure where the spider ended up, but it sure-as-heck isn’t in my hair anymore.

Perhaps the worst way of waking up ever. Thanks guys and keep up the awesome work - Lisa

Thanks Lisa!

No show this week. Due to technical difficulties and some real life stuff. We’ll be back next week!