Well, I am off to meet and greet the new graddies. Ah, I remember my first few weeks in Austin; cloaked in self-pity, my banshee-like wailing silenced only by "King of the Hill" reruns. Missing my dysfunctional Maine art commune family and my drunken Davidson sistahs. Sigh, now I am just another contented Texas cowgirl. Here are a couple comics. They got cut off. Like you care, you naiive amateur critic.