It's cold.

Little male box right here:

Hey, I just made up the fact that it was a "Friday" comic. Nobody's demanding that it be published on a Friday. Why do I always have to keep making excuses here? I know, from now on, the name is "Next Friday's Comic", so whatever freakin day I put it up, I'm early. So get off my back.

"Friday" doesn't really exist, you know. There's no Friday in nature. Your dog doesn't sit around and wonder if today is Friday. It's purely an imaginary thing we made up so we could say TGIF. It's staggering to think about how much our lives are driven by made-up stuff. I staggered just now thinking about it. Hours, minutes, laws, borders, ideas, religions, rules, it's all this giant jury-rigged gerrymandered duct-taped rube-goldberg contraption that would collapse in a heap if it weren't imaginary. And yet we meekly stand inside it as if we were caged. Think I'll step out for a moment, have a smoke.

Great guns, Martin! Now there's something I've never had occasion to say. Until now, that is. Isn't art great? If I were an accountant, I bet I'd never get a chance to say "Great guns, Martin!" I'd be saying things like, "I believe you forgot to carry the depreciation figure from column two, Ethel." And I'd be crying inside. But out here in art world I can do anything I damn please. I could take this comic and stick it in a jar of my own urine-- and nobody could do a thing about it! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Is this a great country or what? Especially now that Allen lost.

Jut workin out some wireless issues these last few days.

This is one where you really do have to click on the little arrow that has brutally penetrated the little box at the end of this sentence.

Does anyone else think we're under attack by the sting rays? Am I the only one who sees this? Wake up, people! Inroads are being made into our freedoms even as we sleep. And I hate inroads. It's clear as my nose that we need to monitor people's lives more closely, delve into the nooks and crannies of the filthy behavior of some of our citizens, in order to safeguard our precious freedoms. And we need to stop being such crybabies about it. Just shut up, you whiners! How in the world are we going to protect our hard-won freedoms if we allow this drumbeat of cowardice and failure to continue? If we allow this to continue, then the sting rays have already won.

Very nice. How much?

This time, you're really gonna have to click on that little arrow thing at the end of this paragraph. Cause I know it's too small to read on this blog. Heck, it's too small for me to read. Which explains a lot, huh?