Captain Pilchard is thinking to himself that, while he feels for the poor boy, one needn't swim faster than the shark, one need only swim faster than the other fish.

No strip Friday, Jan 10

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Ain’t comin’ together, we’ll get back to it Monday.

Consolation prize: a friend this morning, chatting with me about Wes, proposed the concept of “Seven Minutes in Jeffries Tube Eleven” as what adolescent kids on the Enterprise play if they aren’t Wes because Wes never gets invited because Wes.

THURS DEC 5: SITE’S A BIT BUMPY THIS MORNING

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And it’s just silly technical shit that’s my fault, I forgot to update my DNS when I knew I was gonna need to so we had an hour or two of it just not being there and depending on where you are in the internet it might take a bit to snap back to happiness. Hopefully shit will return to form soon enough; if you’re reading this, that’s a pretty good sign, obviously, though I’m trying to figure out why I’m not getting comic images loading still.

NO COMIC ON ACCOUNT OF TRYTOPHAN

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OH MY GOSH GUYS IT’S A THANKSGIVING UNMIRACLE

THERE’S TOO MUCH FOOD AND FAMILY AND STUFF

MONDAY SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD DAY TO POST THE NEXT COMIC

HOPE YOU’RE ALL HAVING GOOD FOOD COMAS

BTW ALL CAPS IS THE NEW THING, ALL THE KIDS ARE DOING IT, I DON’T EVEN HAVE LOWERCASE KEYS ON MY KEYBOARD ANYMORE

Er, yes comic Saturday Sept. 7th because of why not

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Updated: instead of there being no comic yesterday, there is silly sketch of this script comic today. Huzzah!

I am at the actual beach this morning! Not an imaginary beach, no dead Jennifer Siskos around, just a plain normal Pacific Northwest beach with overcast skies and rain and saltwater and seafood and so on.

And because I’m at the beach, I do not have photoshop or my headshot collection with me, so it’s just literally impossible for a comic strip to happen.

GEORDI: Unless…

GEORDI: Captain, what if we invert the temporal coil shielding? We could divert the tachyon flow back into the beachometer–

DATA: Thus creating a chronometric “echo” of a future comic strip. There is a theoretical basis for this idea, sir.

PICARD: Picard to writers, you’re needed on the bridge.

RIKER: Sir?

PICARD: Writers. Script doctors. Line editors. This is no milk run you’re suggesting; who knows what we’ll encounter on the tachyonarrative threshold? We’ll need a team ready to contain and repair any critical plotholes.

GEORDI: Uh, well, sir, there’s–

RIKER: Sir, there are no writers.

PICARD: Well, call them in, I don’t care if they’re on shore leave, this is an emerg–

RIKER: No, sir, I mean there are no writers. There never have been. We’re in a fan-written webcomic, sir. It’s one guy. And he’s at the beach.

PICARD: …

PICARD: Q!