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So the stories were true. Welcome to Earth, plant people. Be gentle with us.

Yeah, are you Miss Morgendorffer?

Daria or Quinn?

These are for Quinn. You must be Daria.

Hmm... It says here that people keep closing doors in your face.

Hey, do you think your sister might want to go out with...

Hmm... lot of flowers. And chocolates. Did you come down with a debilitating

illness and forget to share the good news?

Daria, it's not like I ask guys to buy me presents. I merely suggest.

Daria!

That's personal! "Happy one year since you borrowed a pen from me. Love, Joey."

"I'll always remember the day you first asked me to get you a soda. Love,

Jeffy." "These flowers should be twice as big as Jeffy's because I paid twice as

much. Love... " I can't seem to make out this handwriting.

Maybe he should use a sharper crayon.

You know, Daria, how big a fuss a guy makes over your anniversary is the true

test of whether he cares.

Huh. And here I've been demanding they mail me an ear.

I'm serious. If he forgets, it means he's taking you for granted.

Not that I would know, but that's what Stacy tells me.

Say, how long have you and that Tom been going out?

Um... no idea?

Oh, Daria...

Look, all that matters in a relationship is that you like the same pizza toppings.

Well, I remember that your first date was the same day I started my split-end

refusing regimen, unless you don't count from the first date but instead from

the time you kissed him behind your best friend's back while she was still going

out with him, which I believe was the night of the Fashion Club Blushathon finals.

And to think, Mom and Dad only have the day JFK was shot.

Let's say we ignore the instance of sleazy backstabbing, so that means... Wow,

it's your six-month anniversary this week! How are you going to celebrate?

Declare a national holiday?

That's ridiculous. What's the point if there's no school that day?

Hey, when did the help wanted section start coming pre-circled?

Am I paying extra for this?

Um, actually, I did that. Because, uh, you said you could use a new challenge.

I was talking about learning to play two-deck solitaire.

Dreamer.

"Feeling boxed in? Leading corrugated cardboard manufacturer seeks senior VP of

sales and marketing?" Damn it, Helen, I'm a man with my own business. I'll never

work for somebody else again! Never, do you hear me?! And shame on you for

suggesting it. Shame, Helen, shame...

Jake, I'm so sorry.

Hey, look at this one! "Kick-ass I-startup, superjazzed about expansion, seeks

visionary dot-com expert for media leadership position." Where do I sign up?!

Jake, you don't know a thing about the Internet.

Oh, but I'm an expert on cardboard!

Mom, Dad's bragging again.

And look at that salary! It's an insult.

It's a startup, Helen. I'll get in on the stock offering and soon we'll be

living on Easy Street.

Isn't that just around the corner from Delusion Drive?

How shoddy fertility drugs are creating a new breed of gang and wreaking havoc

with police lineups. "Delinquent quintuplets," next on Sick, Sad World.

So... what do you want to do tonight?

Oh, nothing special.

Nothing special, huh?

I'm fine just hanging out.

Just hanging out. Ever wonder what it would be like to go on a typical date?

Say, to a restaurant or something?

Oh, yeah. I know, why don't we go to Chez Pierre. Normal dates are for people

with no imagination.

Ah.

Remember when we went to the drugstore and read the greeting card poems aloud?

That was a fun date.

Yeah.

Jake Morgendorffer? I'm Noah Barkman, president of Buzzdome.com.

You're... the president?

Let me tell you something about Buzzdome, J-man. We're a bleeding edge shop,

pumped to optimize our web presence. One sec.

Yeah? Uh-huh. Well, that's a start,

but I'm thinking massive and I want you to think massive with me. Later.

When did investors become such chickens? Good thing they weren't like this when

we had the stock offering.

The stock offering is over?

Ran up 800% in the first day of trading. And here I am, I just turned 24 and I

don't know what to do with all my money.

You're 24?!

New economy, right? You explain it to me. Drinks?

I need... I'd like... a martini.

Sorry, no alcohol. We're macrobiotic.

I'll have a pot of kombucha.

Yeah! Kombucha! Me, too!

Jake, tell me. What are your thoughts about how clickstream convergence impacts

brandwidth exploitation? Give me your e-vision, not what you think the digerati

want to hear.

Snotty digerati... hey, that rhymes!

And don't just throw killer aps at me.

So the answer is an engaged, community-based killer ap combined with bleeding

edge e-vision and diversified synergy?

Jake, that is a very prescient comment.

Did I mention that I make really neat pie charts?

You know, you're a little up there in years, but you're definitely plugged in.

A toast to you, Jake Morgendorffer. You are Buzzdome.com's newest employee.

You don't mind an 80-hour workweek, do you?

Um... 'course not. Blurgh... oh... !

I'm going to call it "Exploding Kiln Number One." Or what do you think of

"Pottery Blam"?

Mm.

Enjoying that shard?

Huh?

Out with it, Morgendorffer. What's wrong?

Well, it's, uh, Tom.

My ex, your current. This is slightly uncomfortable but how can I resist? Go on.

He treats me more like a piece of furniture than his girlfriend. I know I

shouldn't care whether or not he gives me presents or remembers our anniversary,

but I think I do. And then I hate myself for caring. I can't say anything

because then he'll know I care, and it won't be the same as if he thought of it

himself and, oh, God, listen to me.

Wow. You sound almost... human.

It's just that we never go anywhere.

Yeah, that's Tom. He never took me anywhere, either. Well, except for that horse

and carriage ride once. Oh, and that Italian restaurant when he got the

musicians to play my favorite song, the theme from The Poseidon Adventure...

But they didn't even play the whole song. And the breadsticks were stale. I mean

really stale. Bad breadsticks. Eww.

You see, Jake... an open plan encourages creativity. Come say hi to the other

members of your work node. This is Nora. She's our information architect.

Sorry; carpal tunnel.

Zhengdong, interactive strategist.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on FreeBSD versus Linux as a server platform.

Right!

And Sameer. He's kind of a one-man, pinch-hitting brain trust.

If you need anything, my desk is the one with the giant inflatable palm tree.

But we tested it on all three platforms! There's no way those links are broken!

That's Jackleene. She interfaces with clients.

It must be your browser configuration that's screwing it up! Your tie's crooked!

You sure are comfortable.

Oh, good, then I've achieved my goal.

Have you met my girlfriend Daria?

She's the perfect companion piece. No muss, no fuss. She offers the very best in

lumbar support and durability.

Dating doesn't get any easier than this.

You're the only person on Earth having this problem! Are you sure you have the

latest version of Flash?

Hey, Jake. Thought you might like to know they're serving lunch. It's catered.

Free lunch? This place is great!

Hey, you buying in on that shopping mall project?

Huh?

Oops, sorry, forgot. You got here after we went public. You probably don't need

any big write-offs.

Hey, can I ask you something?

I'm the idea guy.

What exactly does this company... do?

We provide tools to help other Internet start-ups maximize their potential and

expand the virtual marketplace.

Listen, Jake, I get paid big money to sit around and daydream.

I'm not about to rock the boat.

Danish modern furniture is so biomorphic. Do you think six K for a coffee table

is too much?

Not if you love it. Look, the original Batmobile is up for sale.

Think I'll put in a bid.

You guys got in on the stock offering, too?

That was such a cool day.

Hey, Nora, thanks for that Java patch.

Hey, do those things really help you quit smoking?

Jake, you're as funny as a case-sensitive search engine.

Heh.

Well, I've got a ton of clickthroughs to calculate.

Have fun cruising the information superhighway.

Information superhighway? Jake, that is so 1992.

Next thing, you'll be telling us you still use Hypercard 1.0.

Backslash, backslash, damn it! Got to remember it's a backslash!

Relax. It's not like you depend on the Internet for a living.

Right. Hey, thanks for helping me out, kiddo. I think I'm starting to get the

hang of the world wide weberverse. Huh... should I copyright that?

I'm sure someone already has.

I'm really going to wow 'em at work tomorrow!

Oh, look, I'm receiving some sort of message in code.

Looks technical. This is exciting!

You're leaning on the keyboard again.

Oh, right. Good call.

Oh... hello.

Hi, Quinn. Is Daria home?

Possibly. Or she might have gone out. I don't remember.

Can you check?

Whom shall I say is calling?

Tom.

Oh, right. Sometimes things just slip my mind. Like names, or what day it is.

It's Tuesday.

So that would make the day after, the day after tomorrow...

Tom? What are you doing here?

Oh, Daria, you're back! I left your many messages on the refrigerator.

I wrote them down in case I forgot. Just trying to help.

I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd see if you wanted to take a walk.

Nothing better to do?

That's it.

I'll get my jacket.

Hey, Jake, how's it going?

I'm multitasking. Finishing up this presentation while I play an MP3, download a

cannelloni recipe, and e-mail my congressman to complain about the high cost of

car insurance.

I can't wait to see what you have for us tomorrow.

It's going to rock the world wide weberverse.

Hmm... we should copyright that. You know, Jake, you remind me of how excited I

was starting this place up. I'd code for weeks straight, fueled by

chocolate-covered coffee beans, sleeping under the desk. If you look closely you

can still see the carpet fibers embedded in my cheek.

Eww...

Here, have some coffee beans. See ya in the A.M.

Okay, back to work! As soon as I finish this game of two-deck computer

solitaire. Now, where the heck did that three of spades go?

Jake Morgendorffer, that is one beautiful pie chart! Oh, damn, the zombies are

coming over the hill! Bam, bam, bam! An exploding frog cartoon? Got to see that.

Good lord, the Nikkei is down! Quick! Move out of yen! Something's happening on

the panda-cam! "I'm wearing... a polo shirt and khakis. Why do... you ask?"

Hey! Stupid tiny hourglass!

Spin, damn you, spin!

Come back, damn it!

I always feel so comfortable with you.

You're talking to me, not the bench, right?

I mean I can just relax and be myself. I don't have to worry about impressing you.

Yeah. Wouldn't want you to do that.

If I didn't know better I'd swear you were mad at me.

You are mad at me.

I don't want to talk about it.

You're mad but you won't tell me why. Jeez, Daria, you're acting like...

I don't know, a typical girl.

And you're talking like, I don't know, a sexist guy.

I just meant you're usually different.

Oh, that's right. I'm not average.

I don't have typical expectations like normal girls.

What are you talking about?

Nothing. Just forget I said anything.

If you're not going to tell me I can't do anything about it.

Okay.

Oh, Daria. Come in.

You're busy.

Never mind. I'm not getting much done anyway. I can't seem to concentrate

without your father's snoring.

Well, um... I was wondering if I could ask you something...

Yes!

Uh, well... Tom and I have been going out for about six months, and...

Oh. Um... Daria, sometimes we may think we're ready for something and it won't

change anything but we're really not and it changes everything and in the rush

to grow up we sometime forget how precious are the fleeting years before

adulthood's cares...

It's not about sex.

Thank God! I mean, "Oh, I see."

But when you're ready, please feel free to come to me.

Not that there's any hurry, nor should that statement be interpreted

to some kind of encouragement. - Right.

Anyway, it's about our anniversary. It's not that I'm expecting anything...

And you shouldn't.

I shouldn't?

No. Because you're setting yourself up for disappointment. Trust me.

Helen, it's been a year since our commitment ceremony,

and I've never felt more self-realized. Happy anniversary.

Happy anniversary, Jakie.

A leather-bound edition of Das Kapital! Helen, you shouldn't have.

I wanted to give you something that was close to your heart.

Long live the proletariat! I bet this thing will appreciate like crazy.

A candle in the shape of a... wizard?

It's supposed to be a Hobbit.

Oh, of course it is. It's wonderful. Really. And so are you.

Is the color okay? Because I could have made it in red.

Oh, no... brown is so... soothing.

Yah! Augh! Damn dog!

I can redo the pointy hat.

So, you were disappointed, huh?

Well, I would have been if I'd been expecting a diamond bracelet. But I knew

that a lot of time and love went into that silly lump of wax. See, Daria, it

doesn't matter what he buys you or where he takes you. The only thing that

matters is how you feel about each other.

But what if he forgets your anniversary altogether?

Show no mercy.

So, adopting these new protocols means bye-bye, netlag, bye-bye, cornea gumbo,

bye-bye, dancing baloney. Oh, yeah, and banner blindness, too.

Thanks, Nora. Now Jake is going to wow us with his new plan for increasing our

visibility in the marketplace.

Increasing visibility is a good thing, and it will surely make us more... visible.

To do that we should, uh... develop our strategy and strategize our

development. Implement solutions and solutionize implementations. Aggressively.

Edgy?

Jake, I hate to say this, but you're just spouting a bunch of buzzwords. You're

not paradigm-shifting. You're all sizzle and no steak.

But I did have steak... and charts and graphs and animated dollar bills that

danced around and sang songs. I was almost finished and then... my screen froze.

Damn computer! It ate everything!

Big, fat, smug, damn, stupid, crappy piece of crappy crap!

That was great, Jake. Wasn't it great, everyone?

You really helped us get into the mindset of the average Joe. Angry and

confused, confounded by a new media he can't possibly begin to understand.

Yeah!

Too bad it wasn't an act.

So I'm fired? I'll turn in my mouse pad.

Wait a second, Jake. How would you like to be a consultant for us?

Is that a trick question?

No, no. I'd like you to be on call as a kind of spur-of-the-moment focus group.

Help us see our work through the eyes of our end-users.

But what is your work?

Do you want to or not?

Hell yes! Jake Morgendorffer Consulting is back!

Boy, jump down someone's throat, refuse to tell them why, and suddenly they stop

calling you.

Well, at least Tom can't accuse you of trying to spoil the mystery.

I really wanted to tell him, but I guess I was too busy playing games.

Gee, Quinn, that jacket looks hot.

Really hot. - Super hot.

Yeah. Too bad I couldn't afford the matching mini-skirt.

Oh, Kevvy, I was only flirting with him to make you jealous.

But, babe, how could I be jealous if I wasn't supposed to know about it?

Um...

Oh, now what's wrong?

If you can't figure it out, I'm not going to tell you.

Every time we have a little argument, there you go, turning on the waterworks.

Oh, God. This is like that scene in Pinocchio when he discovers he's growing

ears like the rest of the donkeys.

Well, then, stop being an ass and go talk to Tom.

And always let your conscience be your...

Oh, shut up!

Hey...

If you're not going to leave a flaming bag of dog crap on the doorstep,

at least come in.

Well, can't resist an invitation like that.

So I admit I've been kind of sensitive lately.

And, um, a little...

Distant? Cranky? Childish?

Yes, thank you so much for all the adjectives. See, I was kind of, um, upset

that... oh, God. I can't believe I'm about to say this.

The six-month anniversary of our first date is tomorrow.

It is?

Quinn brought it up.

So you're mad at me for forgetting something you forgot yourself?

I guess it got me thinking about whether or not... you were taking me for

granted and if you really do care that much about this... relation-date-ship thing.

Of course I do. It's just that I'm not into that corny crap.

Right, 'cause who need pony rides and fancy Italian dinners?

What? Oh... you mean with Jane? Listen, I only took her on those dates after our

relation-date-ship thing started to fall apart. I started acting romantic to

hide the fact that I no longer felt romantic.

So not remembering our anniversary is a good sign.

Hey, now that I know these things are important to you, we'll celebrate.

But they're not.

Okay, then.

But we can celebrate anyway.

Okay, then.

Wha... where am I?!

You're safe with me, Jake. Your father's dead and Corporal Ellenbogen's far,

far, away.

Whew... um, Helen?

Yes?

I hope you don't think I... I let you down with that job and all.

Jake, I'm glad you're back to normal hours. I missed you.

You did?

Of course I did.

And it doesn't bother you that I'm a... failure?

Not a bit.

Honey, of course you're not a failure. You're the same kind, decent, intelligent

man I fell in love with all those years ago.

Really?

You know, there's something I keep in this drawer that always reminds me of why

I married you.

What the hell is that?!

Happy non-anniversary.

Happy non-anniversary to you.

Are you sure Quinn won't mind?

Nah, celebrating anniversaries was her idea.

Written by Anne D. Bernstein www.outpost-daria.com

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