| Happy 12-12-12, the last day this century--and likely in most of our lifetimes--in which the day, the month, and the year will all bear the same number. |
| Wednesday, December 12, 2012 |
| Panel 1: Marie
and Evil Marie are somewhere in Toronto in the middle of the night.
Neither knows how they got there. Marie stands up and brushes herself
off. Marie: Well, let's go see where we are. Evil Marie: What...no hysterics? Panel 2: Marie: Should there be? Evil Marie: You just woke up in a dark alley with no idea how you got there, looking like something had been chewing on your clothes. Panel 3: Marie: In case you hadn't noticed, I've lost time before. This isn't exactly new. Evil Marie: But it's not July eighteenth. Panel 4: Evil Marie: As far as we know. Marie [walks away]: Since I'm not even sure this is real, let's leave that aside for now. Alt-Text: It's hard to know just what is going on when it may be happening mostly or entirely inside Marie's head. Go to commentary |
