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So the stories were true.

Welcome to earth, plant people.

Be gentle with us.

Yeah, are you Ms. 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, a 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 blush-a-thon 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 gonna 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?

Actually, I did that,

because 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' start-up super jazzed 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 start-up, 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 drug store

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.

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 quickstream convergence

impacts brandwidth exploitation?

Give me your e-vision,

not what you think the digirati want to hear.

Snotty digirati.

Hey, that rhymes.

And don't just throw killer apps at me.

So the answer is,

an engaged community-based killer app

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 work week, do you?

Um, course not.

Bleh!

I'm gonna 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 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'd 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 these from the Poseidon adventure.

But they didn't even play the whole song,

and the bread sticks were stale, I mean, really stale.

Bad bread sticks.

Ew.

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.

Zheng dong, interactive strategist.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on freebsd

versus linux as a server platform.

Right.

And Samir.

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 Jacqueline.

She interfaces with clients.

It must be your browser configuration

that's screwing it up.

Your tie is 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.

Mm.

Dating doesn't get any easier than this.

Thud!

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 6k for a coffee table is too much?

Not if you love it.

Look, the original bat mobile 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 click-throughs 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 worldwide webiverse.

Huh, should I copyright that?

I'm sure someone already has.

I'm really gonna wow them 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 email 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 gonna rock the world wide webiverse.

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.

Ewww.

Here, have some coffee beans.

See you 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 3 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?"

That stupid tiny hourglass!

Spin, damn you, spin.

Come back, damn it!

Daahhh!

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 gonna 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 sometimes 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, jakey.

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.

Smooch!

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.

Gaahh!

Aw, 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 Bologna.

Oh, yeah, and banner blindness too.

Cool! Wonderful!

Thanks, Nora.

Now Jake is gonna 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 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 mind-set 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'd 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 miniskirt.

I want to get it for her!

She wants to get it from me!

Back off, Jamie! Jerk!

Oh, kevie, 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 gonna 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 a little...

Distant, cranky, childish?

Yes, thank you so much for all the adjectives.

See, I was kind of 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 forget 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 needs 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.

Wh--where am I?

You're safe with me, Jake.

Your father's dead,

and corporal ellenbogen is far, far away.

Whew.

Um, Helen?

Yes?

I hope you don't think 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.

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