Unexpectedly busy morning over here in the 24th century, someone spotted some pre-post-scarcity and everybody’s running around like non-replicated chickens with their heads cut off, you know how it is. See y’all Monday.
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.
One of those days, folks.
To distract you, consider the possibility of a Japanese snack product called Spocky.
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.
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
I’ve got my head buried deep in an unrelated project and I just keep not getting my train of thought switched over to Larp Trek this morning. Back on Weds.
Here is a conciliatory trek gif, of Uhura pulling off a textbook double-butt-pat.
Not sure what’s up exactly but DH/WP is throwing a terse error when I try and get the comic uploaded. Looks like it may be a disk issue of some sort, but who knows. Put in a support ticket, will get the comic up when I can.
Spoiler alert: Riker is kind of a dick.
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: 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.
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.
Not sure what exactly is up but I’m seeing some odd lack-of-CSS pages in some situations, presumably related to me just finally updating a few plugins along with the WP 3.6 release. So if shit looks odd, that’s what’s up. Yellow alert!