Yes, I know I am posting this
at3:00 a.m. Toronto time. Sorry, guys. I tried to
get the comic up in time, but first there was Sir Gawain and the
Green Knight, and then
there were the job applications, and then there was the computer
that died in several inventive ways and wouldn't let me finish the
job applications, and then there was the job application deadline,
and then it was past and there still weren't actually any job
applications, and then there were the screaming and the crying, and
then there was the birthday party, and then there was
Battlestar
Galactica, and then
there was the colouring, and the colouring took three hours, and
now my brain is a steaming pile of mush, and I would like to go to
bed. In the words of one of my friends, who was quite beautifully summarising Battlestar 's most nonsensical scene ever: "You are the hope of the fleet, so I'm going to kill you. I have a cat in a bag. It's not mine." And that is all I have to say. |