Showing posts with label comic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comic. Show all posts

Monday, September 14, 2009

Aaaand we're back, live, and on the air...


To all two of my readers: YES! WE'RE BACK!

More to follow, but it's been too long since I had the time to put my thoughts down on virtual paper. Most recently I've finally decided I'm done with academia and will never, ever return to university.

Well, except for convocation...

And there's that research position I'm going to take up part-time, but that's just for extra cash...

And I might teach at some point. BUT THAT'S IT.

And for the record, until I get through convocation and have both diplomas up on my wall and properly framed (thank goodness I know a good framer) I'm ON VACATION.

Nuff said for now. Stay tuned.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Monday, December 18, 2006

Comic for December 18 2006

Skyclad. Birthday suit. In the buff. Bare. Nude. Starkers. Stripped. In the altogether. Unclothed. Nekkid. Naked.

Naaaaaaked.

Don't mind me, I just like watching myself type. It started with "skyclad" and sort of went south of the border, but skyclad reminds me of Wiccans, which reminds me of the time my wife went to a wascally wiccan wedding (heheheheheh, it's wabbit season...) and was asked, as part of the ceremony, to represent the spirit of the North. Her part of the ceremony involved eating a radish or some such thing (I kid you not, but you can feel free to ask her the next time you see her), which has always left me with a little giggly feeling inside every time I meet an overly dramatic Wiccan who has made a lifelong career of embracing their inner radish, or embracing the North radish or whatever silly thing.

The fact is that, unlike that particularly splendid example of goofyness, most of the wacky wiccans I know aren't really all that wacky. Quite the let-down, really. Ok, my friend the thunder-god "demonologist" who was unfortunately not allowed to marry us is a bit eccentric, but that's not nearly as radishy as all that. It's the dabblers that tend to go over the edge, the Craft-kiddies who watched one too many rentals of...well...The Craft. or Witches of Eastwick. Or maybe that first scene with where you get to see madonna's breasts in Four Rooms.

I'm not certain as to where this is going, but I'd better stop here. Anything that starts off with synonyms of naked, with radishes in the middle, and ending in Madonna's breasts can't be leading in a good direction.

Then again, I've another exam behind me, the Daycare Plagues I caught (two variants in two weeks!) finally broke today, and I get to sleep in tomorrow!

Those of you urbanites who still want to know more about embracing radishes, why not check out this book instead? Those of you hooked on the boobies of Our Lady of Material Girlness... just remember that those boobies turned turned 48 this year, which is only two weeks older than some of Michael Jackson's underlying deep bone structure.

Ok, for sure I'm stopping now. That last sentence had "Michael Jackson" and "deep bone" in the same sentence.

Type at ya later...

Friday, December 15, 2006

Comic for December 15 2006

Blarg. Sick as a dog and I'm writing my first exam in 2 hours. It's worth 100%. Yuck.

I don't understand why people say "sick as a dog". All the dogs I see are annoyingly healthy, energetic, enthusiastic, moronic drool-machines. Right now I'm feeling slow, lazy, whiney, and vaguely pathetic, which in my mind puts me in the "lazy as a cat" category.

Don't get me wrong, I love cats and dogs, but etymologically? Sick as a dog just doesn't do it for me...Maybe one of those overly inbred poodle-type dogs that catches a fever at the drop of a hat (yes, there's another saying that bothers me. No one drops hats as often as the implication there).

Double Blarg. I need coffee, some supercharged generic variant of DayQuil, and food. Pretty much in that order.

Wish me luck... and just the good stuff. You can wish the bad stuff over to your neighbour or some cat or dog you dislike, or maybe one of those hat-droppers you just want to see slip in a puddle of moronic drool.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Comic for December 13 2006

My wife and I were married by a unitarian, so I thought I'd throw in something autobiographical into today's strip. Since we're both spiritual but not religious *and* since we both wanted a wedding, the unitarians more or less sprang to mind.

Ok, technically they were the second choice. Our first choice was an old friend of mine who's a card-carrying priest of Thor (I'm not joking) but once my then-future-to-be father-in-law got wind of that, his reaction was "I will not allow a demonologist to marry my daughter!", and that's a quote.

That alone would have made it worth getting married like that, but my sense of humour was trumped by some hind-brain survival mechanism and we opted for the better part of valour at the time, which was a unitarian priest named Evelyn (or Evil Lynn as I liked to refer to her... not because she was even vaguely mean-spirited in any way, it just gave me the giggles at the time).

The one thing that struck me about getting married by a unitarian was that you got to write the script for the marriage ceremony, vows, and her speech and everything. The only part that was mandatory are the bits of form and circumstance that are required by law, i.e. getting the consent signatures and so on. Aside from that, since it was our dime, it was our show.

This made for a very fun, incredibly romantic, and more than a little geeky ceremony. We didn't do anything retrospectively humiliating like getting married in full Klingon battle gear but our wedding march was the song from the last few minutes of the first Star Wars movie where Luke and friends get their medals.

Yeah, go listen to it again and tell me you don't get it. It's a moving, uplifting, stately marching piece that fits right in with weddings. Better so, in my mind, than the usual Mendelssohn piece. Mendelssohn's march wasn't even a wedding march until royalty got a hold of it in the 1850's.

This makes me wonder what was used for wedding marches before 1847 (the first time it was used as such) but no one's got relatives that old and I'm too lazy to go look it up. Seeing as Mendelssohn's march was part of a score for "A Midsummer's Night's Dream", I imagine that whatever was trendy, upscale and popular as far as music went back then would do.

Scaling this into the future, Mendelssohn's march will no doubt fall out of favour in time and be replaced by some Beyoncé tune or other, knowing the way people are.

And hey, since theatre was responsible for the original piece, maybe showtunes will be the next big thing... I dunno. Getting married to a Star Wars march is one thing but I'm not sure if I could do it again with anything from "Meet Me In St-Louis"...

Monday, December 11, 2006

Comic for December 11, 2006

Exam study week. Four finals, each worth 100% of the grade. I've one already behind me (the take-home) and the rest happen at roughly two-day intervals starting this Friday and ending next Friday. There'll be strips for this week and next, but I'll be off from the 22nd until the new year so unless I can figure out how to pre-post strips there'll be a blank week after next Friday. Short of setting up a real site and stopping this blogger business I'm not sure if there's a way to do it, but I'm open to suggestions and too lazy to look it up myself...

Friday, December 08, 2006

Comic for December 9 2006

So as of today's episode, I've committed myself to purchasing the Playmobil Devil Gnome.

Yes, that's a rather kid-friendly name for a toy, isn't it? Bound to have been popular with the conservative European Catholic crowd, I imagine, which is why it was discontinued half a dozen years ago, making it a bit of a rare piece, even on Ebay (I've only seen one in the last six months, and I missed getting that one at the time, darnit).

On note related in that "Hell and back" kind of way, our little family went to get our passport pictures done up all at once a couple of weeks back. It was all very last minute because of our usual procrastinatory planning skills, and we showed up at the photographer's at quarter-to-closing. The only thing that got us a shot at getting our shots taken was our sweet little girl, smiling in her freshly done up pigtails, burbling happily and fresh out of daycare for the day.

This was the last happy moment for a little while, as you realize there's a genetic marker embedded deep within the human program that says "love the camera when Daddy points it at you" and "freak out if it's not a family member pointing a camea at you". It must be some kind of anti-paparazzi (or maybe an anti-stalker?) gene, because it was a real chore to get a proper passport photo taken of her.

Not that the passport office makes it easy. Your picture has to be neutral expression, eyes open, mouth closed, head facing forward, don't move aaaaand...... (*BOOMF*) okay, you're set for the next five years. It's ridiculous how difficult it is to get a small kid to adopt all of these options at once. Especially when she's crying, wriggling, shaking her head and reaching for Cheerios. (that would be a zero out of five situation).

At this point, it becomes something of a video-game puzzle to get the picture, where giving cheerios stops the crying, but the mouth is opening and closing and the hands a moving back and forth, and removing cheerios sets you back about three loud and tearful variables.

Long story short, we all got our pictures taken, but mommy's got sent back a few days ago because it was "not good". So we had it re-done, and went back to the passport office, where they told us the second one was probably going to be also not good because they were both "off" in terms of contrast.

So now it's likely she'll have to sit dow for a third time (fortunately the other pix were ok) but we'll try a different place entirely and the folks at the 'office said that they can just insert the photo (if it's good) into the passport within 20 minutes with the on-site process they have there.

But it's been a pain in the ass, for the record.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Comic for December 7 2006

Despite the (nearly buried) plot arch of our necromancer trying to bring out the destuction of the kingdom through the extraction and distillation of a rather unhealthy amount of Phineas T. Bagmeat's various bodily fluids, if I keep blogging about malady and plague you folks are going to think I'm coming down with a bad case of hypochondria.

Nevertheless, after struggling to shake off the nasty gastro my sweet daughter infected me since last Friday, I'm really glad to be up and about again and complaining about the world like my usual self (and not nearly as whiningly and pathetically, my wife would like me to add at this point).

Personnally I prefer to think that I had a bit of punk in me but as it was pointed out that I really have nothing to complain about and my soapbox is this nice, solid teak thing with brass fixings and brightly stenciled letters that I keep lovingly sealed in lucite behind red velvet curtains for special occasions.... yeah well my credibility's all shot for the punk angle at this point, even if I do point out that my favorite flavour of beer is "free" and I own a leather jacket with a Crass symbol on it (yes, it's hers too... sigh).

Right, well since today's entry appears to be about lack of credibility, have you noticed that this is something from which a number of people in the strip suffer? It must either be me transposing onto my creations or an unwitting realization that competence isn't particularly funny. Or at least, if you have competence, you need some stark and laughably awful contrast right next to it so that there's something funny after all.

It's a bit like waving the right hand while the left hand does something else.

Do you suppose that's why countries have presidents and prime ministers?

I'll leave you on that thoughtful note today. Enjoy the strip and I'll try to keep my stomach in line for Monday...

Friday, December 01, 2006

The NecRomantics - Episode for 01/12/2006

This has to be the funniest thing I have seen in months. It's an "ex" knife holder (sorry guys, it only seems to come in ex-boyfriend flavours... is that saying something about your fear of committment? I dunno...). It comes in black and silver too, but I think the bright red is at the same time most Xmassy and appropriate. Knives are even included, doesn't that just beat the living daylights out of the tired old standby Voodoo Kit?

I think it's great that society can laugh at this kind of thing, even as it engages in the sublimation of basic post-relationship hostilities with petty vengeance. Gotta love the human species that way... or else we'll buy little plastic effigies of you and stabbity-stab-stab them.

Hey, on the topic of ex's, I've got exactly two entries for our Merry Widow, both of them puns. I just want to say how much I love my friends, because I really do love puns. I refuse to subscribe to the hoary old belief that has been systematically foisted on us for generations now, that puns are the lowest form of humour.

In fact, I want to set the record straight on this since it's one of those things that gets my goat: people using half quotes. It's like using statistics without knowing what they mean, or taking a news item completely out of context and using it to emphasize the inverse of its original intention.

Here's the thing. Everyone, but I mean everyone has heard "The pun is the lowest form of humour" before. I've been punning all my life and I'm just as guilty of quoting it this way. Just now, I looked it up to see which humourless bastard in history had the poor grace to make such an awful review of my favorite mode of comedy.

Boy was I surprised to find it was only half a quote. "The pun is the lowest form of humour... unless you thought of it yourself". There are variations on the theme, but attribution appears to go equally to either Doug Larson or Oscar Levant. I'll leave it as an exercise to the reader to go and hunt down who has paronomasiac precedence on this one.

I think one of my favorite classic authors said it best:
"The goodness of the true pun is in the direct ratio of its intolerability." — Edgar Allan Poe, Marginalia, 1849

All of this being said, the two entries for our latest female lead are : "Mary" Widow and "Poison Pen"elope.

I'm still open to other suggestions, but if I don't hear from anyone by end of next week, keep an eye out for her new name in a near-future strip.

Back in a couple...

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

The NecRomantics - Comic for 29/11/2006

I think it's plague season again. I mean, it never really stopped being plague season, but as the days wear on, I feel like I'm in 1665 London wishing someone would set fire to some rats just for variety's sake.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not sick yet, but the daycare bug (see my archived post regarding plagues) has gone through every member of the family, including in-laws and babysitters. Over the last few weeks as I watched people fall to it one by one, I felt like the perky young cheerleader in the screamer flick.

Scratch that. Horrible image. I'd look terrible in a skimpy outfit with pompoms.

Anyway, you get the idea. It's that scene in the movie where you realize that the dramatic music stopped a while ago and there's just creacking footsteps on old rotting floorboards. There's that electric feeling in the air of impending doom and you know that any minute the knife is going to come out of the shadows.

So of course, there I was this morning in the desolate part of nowhere that my daughter's pediatrician calls his office when he's not in the downtown clinic, with 11 other drooling infected toddling baterial death carriers and their moms in the room feeling every bit like Sigourney Weaver plaing ten little indians with her marine pals, or like every zombie movie you've ever seen where the heroes board up the old rickety house only to realize they've cut off their escape route and someone forgot to lock the one exit into which zombies are pouring like inexorable rotting molasses...

It felt like personally being in every Jhonen Vasquez scene that demonstrates human yuck. Ever. At once.

All of which to say is that she has an ear infection. At least that's not contagious, and it's better than the nasty puking gastro she had over the weekend. Except... she has to take antibiotics... and the label on *those* damn things says that the side effects may include nausea, diarrhea, and vomiting, etc..etc....

By all that it good and holy! (And I mean that in the Ron Herzfedlt "My Anus is Bleeding" kind of way) Why bother taking antibiotics at all if you're liable to suffer like that?

Signing off now... I need to go hug my giant microbe to sleep. I used to think it's funny, but it's snot...

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Feed should be updating now - An Interlude -and the "Name That Necromancer!" Contest


Yes, I feel silly now. Thanks again Aliza. Something *was* wrong: Blogspot moved their link and Feedburner couldn't cope. Those who were subscribing through the Atom link on the site were getting the site as per normal, m'self included.

No big. Think of it as delayed gratification. Now you get to read three weeks of... Oh. Right. Haven't posted in three weeks. ok, you get to re-read Sunday's "Monday comic" post again if you like.

Or you can read today's special NecRomantics Interlude. :)

And hey, in case you haven't noticed, I haven't come up with a name yet for either the Necromancer or the charming young lady with the ghostly ex-husband in Monday's strip. It's funny, but practically every last one of the other characters immediately stood up in my mind and named themselves, from the Baron von Poopenscoop and Peedles to Sailor Moon, Cap'n Pike and Sister Bluebird.

And to give credit where credit is due, I let my lovely and talented wife (my muse, natch) choose the name for Gwendy. She also came up with the nickname "Kazoo" for our currently cute and fuzzy dreadlord "K'Zuhl'A'Thoth" and with the aptly and very Lovecraftianly titled neighbourhood of Yag-Fthagn. This strip would not be half as niftily named if it weren't for her very own classy pizazz.

(And in case you're wondering, the husband already has a name, and he's one of the ones who stood up and named himself too. It's a little weird, but the characters really must percolate in my backbrain for a while sometimes because I get the feeling that they have fully developed little personalities right from the get-go...)

All this to say that if she doesn't name the Necromancer or our merry widow soon, you folks will get the chance. I don't have any prizes to give out, but the winner will get full and very obvious credit for the privilege of adding to what I'm sure will rapidly become a legend in my own mind.

(Now how's that for a sneaky way to get the comments flowing?)

Anyway, enjoy the interlude. And stay tuned tomorrow for the second part of our new arc.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

The NecRomantics - Episode for 27/11/2006

Yes, three weeks or so is rather a long time to not update, I agree. Thanks for Aliza for kicking my ass into gear and letting me know that 25% of my readership has a bone to pick with me.

Hey, when you've only got 4 readers and you know them all by name, criticism takes on a new and very personal form.

So, on an unrelated note, the thin veneer of family-friendliness of the strip gets another nasty shock as we start off a new story arc and introduce some new characters. Stick around and you'll soon see what I mean. I'm sorry to anyone who tunes in at a later date somehow thinking I might have been able to maintain a G rating for this strip, it's just not in my nature.

Candidly, I'm not entirely sure what's in my nature, but that's a question best answered by proxy, i.e. ask my friends (I'm almost positively certain that no good can come of this and yet I point you in that direction anyway).

This weekend has included some spectacularly memorable highlights, of which only a few, to white:

- getting sickeninly little sleep on Friday due to my 2 year-old sweetheart of a daughter getting a nasty gastro.
- steam cleaning the carpet three times this weekend (with a fourth one tomorrow due to said gastro)
- dressing up in a Tom Baker-era Doctor Who getup (complete with nerdy self-knitted-when-I-was-sixteen-Tom-Baker-Scarf and dry humping a Dalek Pinata screaming "take it like a pepperpopt, you bitch" and "Shove off, Eccleston, I've been waiting since 1976 for this"
- birthday pints with my Brit-mate Ella, who's possibly the only person in the world who gets all my oblique references to Goon Show episodes and is the only person I know (other than my lovely wife) who's heard of either Frankie Howerd -or- the "Carry On" gang.

Finally, a little teeny rant: I'm no fan of constitutional law, but I think my professor in the course is trying to convince me that the Supreme Court is nothing but a pack of self-serving politically motivated power-mongers who can do whatever they want pretty much whenever they way.

If you think about it a bit, you'll have to agree that the concept isn't as far fetched as all that. They are, after all, the ultimate court of appeal in Canada. So, if the federals and the provincials can't agree to something, they send it up to the Supreme Court, and that lot cuts the difference one way or another and makes the decision, even if the decision means creating a new constitutional set of rules.

See, technically, we're supposed to have a neat little system to deal with changes to the constitution, and that's called Section V of the 1982 Constutional Act. But on a heandful of occasions since 1982, and a bunch before that the S.C. has flexed its juridicial muscles on things that really weren't any of their business. And the real kicker is that most of the meddling was justified on some reallllly thin ice. Their strongest arguments were based on the "unwritten principles" contained in the preamble to our constitution (which by the by has no legitimate legal force in the strict sense), and their fallback position for justifying and of their actions is that the preamble refers to the fact that we wanted a constitution that was "similar in nature to the constitution of Great Britain" (or words to that effect).

For those not in that know: the constitution of Great Britain is largely not written down, so you can use that convenient piece of text to pretty much say whatever you want it to say if you slant it right.

ASIDE: Oh yeah, the 1982 document is the same document that talks out of one mouth and espouses "freedom of conscience and religion" (part 1, article 2a...which includes the right to NOT have a religion) and out of the other claims that this "recognizes the supremacy of God" (part I, preamble). END ASIDE.

And the worst part is that this Supreme Court of ours is supposed to answer questions put to it, and only those questions put to it. Thing is, sometimes they decide to interpret the question in a certain way, lengthily explain why they want to interpret it in a way that isn't letter-for-letter the question they received, and sometimes they'll go further and (as a 23 page aside) answer a completely different question as well which doesn't have a specific bearing on the original question but they feel needs clarifying. The scary thing is that their interpretationg on questions that weren't put to them will go on the record, and it's pretty much taken as gospel that no other court in Canada will go against that opinion once it has been put down on paper, even if it wasn't part of what was being asked.

I swear, if 5 out of those 9 judges so much as fart simultaneously, the entire country will swing away from the stink in a display of mindless synchronization.

It's a scary case of "who watches the watchmen?", but what do you do when you disagree with the way the supreme court of appeal is run? To whom do you appeal? It's one of those mind-bogglingly simple things to ask that doesn't have an easy answer.

Oh, and just in case you thought that the system was in any vague way, shape, or form fair... at any point in time 3 of those 9 judges are from Quebec, and that's been written into the Constitution as well. Ten provinces, three territories, 9 judges, and three of them are from Quebec.

That means that it only take two non-Quebec-but-still-simultaneous farts to swing the country down that mindlessly stinky path.

I dunno, between that, the language compromise, and the whole Quebec secession thing, I'm really starting to get peeved by Constitutional Law. I'm starting to think that this isn't law at all, just politics and compromise. There's no rightness, justness or fairness in any of this, just self-serving self-interested politicking.

And we haven't even started studying the Mulroney years... it's going to be a fun-fun-fun year, boyz and girlz...

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

The Necromantics - Episode for 08/11/2006

Darn it, you're off the hook again. Too much catching up from missing classes last week while I attended the conference to get another really good torrential rant editorial.

But don't give up your front seat or you'll miss the Belgians...

Monday, November 06, 2006

The Necromantics - Episode for 06/11/2006

I'm back from the convention. Get back on the hook, you. Quit twitching, and make yourself comfortable or I'll set you spinning.

So. Responsibility and Accountability in Law and Government... Let me tell you, this reinforced my belief that if you like hot dogs and if you like law, you should never ever watch either being made.

There was a real all-star lineup of panelists, ranging from litigation lawyers to academicians to former premiers to current politicians. The only consensus I could find was that there was no consensus as to the definition of responsibility and accountability across domains.

This is going to make it difficult to determine who is crossing what line when it comes to the C-2 Accountability Act, which is currently under development. Opinions ranged from the "blinders-on, stay in your discipline" approach that accountability equals "sue-ability" (is it obvious that the litigation lawyer came up with this one?) to all-natural-justice approaches that included opinions like "why do we need a law to state the blindingly obvious, shouldn't we just raise our children with the proper values to begin with?".

Some speakers took us on guided tours of legal philosophers, dragging us through the dust of ages and slogging through Hart, Austin, Hobbes, Kelsen and a variety of others. It's nice to get some background, but I don't think anyone was really there for that angle.

People turned into a variety of caricatures as they took the stage and fed off the CPAC-camera-limelight. In one corner, we had hopelessly bitter academicians, declaiming everyone's motives as criminal and criticizing from the safety of their tenured ivory armchairs. Next to them, there were the younger members of parliament, making every attempt to justify the chapter and verse of the Act in question and making the point by applying juridicial bandaids to gaping endemic policy wounds one exception case at a time. When politicians took the stage, there ensued the prerequisite and invariable spouting of amusing anecdotes filled with paternalistic, evenly-paced, heavily-laden metaphoric speech; you know that they were speaking to their constituents and this was just another opportunity to appear on television in order to pander to the people who are already going to vote for them.

All in all, it was a fascinating experience. People dragged old constitutional issues out of the closet, took the opportunity to blast the RCMP, current as well as previous governments, and everyone took a few potshots at the upper and lower houses, just to keep the rhythm of the day going. I wish I could say there was more concentrated mudslinging, but I might have missed out on subtle and pointed comments here and there.

By and large, I found that panelists only scratched the surface of the topic at times and very adroitly deflected a number of very interesting questions presented to them that would have only led to embarrassing answers.

The francophone opinion had to diverge from the main herd. The very first franco speaker to take the stage immediately decided that he didn't agree with anyone at the entire conference and decided that instead of speaking about responsbility and accountability, he would speak to the topic of "imputabilite", which roughly translates to "where you assign the blame".
Nice of them to put a positive, non-finger-pointing non-scapegoatist spin on things, isn't it?

That's enough for today. I've been asked to write an opinion piece on my experience there and submit it to our school paper. Somehow I have to distill my thoughts and experiences into 250 words...

...and I don't want to lose any of the above genuine flavour.

Well, it'll be an exercise in minimalism, that's for sure.

In the meantime, enjoy today's offering.

Friday, November 03, 2006

The NecRomantics - Episode for 03/11/2006

I'm still at the conference. You're still off the hook. Enjoy the comic sans editorial today. Back to your regularly scheduled logorrhea next Monday...

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

The Necromantics - Episode for 01/11/2006

Heading to a law conference today. Here's the comic, and I'm mercifully letting you all off the editorial hook for this week...

For those of you who have no idea what Vecna is, you can read up on it here.

Monday, October 30, 2006

The NecRomantics - Episode for 30/10/2006

And now we return to your regularly scheduled reality.

I'm a little miffed today. Two of my webcomics have ended (Doobl and Mac Hall). They might come back, they might not, but it's always a little sad when a series ends, whatever the reason.

I'm lamenting my personal fix of someone else's creativity, though. It's like I'm in slight withdrawal.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

The NecRomantics - Hallowe'en Party Special

I have accomplished exactly two things today:

1. Cleaning up after yesterday's Hallowe'en Party.
2. This post.

We'll be back to the more usual format on Monday. See you in a couple...

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

The NecRomantics - Episode for 25/10/2006

It's still reading week, and I'm still being lazy. No editorial today.

I do however, want to point out that Jess Hanley's web comic is rapidly running out of characters. I'll be sad if it goes away, since I appreciate the humour there even if other don't. Jess: if you ever get redirected here: keep writing!

Monday, October 23, 2006

The NecRomantics - Episode for 23/10/2006

Hi folks, it's Reading Week, so to balance out the fact that I have huge metric (don't get me started on that again) buttloads of reading to do, I figured I'd give you less reading material in exchange.

There's some vague thermodynamic principle at work here, but I'll forego the explanation until next week. Meanwhile, enjoy today's strip in the 7 minutes today has left.

Or just look at it in 8 minutes on Tuesday why don'cha...

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