Actually, Ness is named for the Scottish lake. You know, the one that’s supposed to have the giant fish lizard in it. Jay’s name is completely random, and Max is named for Max Quordlepleen, the host at the Restaurant at the End of the Universe in the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy¹ books.²

¹ Or Hitch-Hiker’s Guide or Hitch Hiker’s Guide, depending on your proximity to a small chain of European islands who can’t decide how to speak the language they invented. Or so I’ve been told.
² Actually, he only really shows up in the second book, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, but I already said that once in that sentence.
³ One could argue that I go out of my way to use footnotes when talking about the Guide.

If this seems poorly written, that’s just because I did it in under 15 minutes. Having to leave for work in fifteen minutes will do that.

Jerry, if you’re reading this, I want to make it clear that this is, in fact, that damn .wps file you sent to my mom. Today’s comic is brought to you by the letters R, T, and F. =P

This is almost word for word truth. It would be literally word for word, but it had to be edited for space, and I was high as a kite at the time so I can’t quite remember exactly what was said. But I had to walk my mom through opening a file with XP’s “Open With” dialogue, only to find that Abiword, an open source word processor, isn’t listed, so I had to walk her through finding it manually. (The path in the comic is the actual default location, that executable file is fucking buried.) And bear in mind it took me a good ten to fifteen minutes to teach her to click and drag files between folders. And to top it all off, Abiword asked her for a password.

Note that this doesn’t mean my mother is unintelligent, just that she’s not very computer-literate. (And what I walked her through was beyond the scope of most normal users’ computer-literacy, though it should be common knowledge.) This is the woman who taught me how to drive, do laundry, dishes, and make tuna salad. So the comic isn’t a dig on my mother. It’s a dig on Jerry, who should’ve known better than to send anyone, much less my mother, a document in a proprietary format. ^_^

EDIT: It later occurred to me that this might just be a virus. Pretty sure it isn’t, but if it was, then Jerry should’ve known better than to open an email attachment. ^_^

FYI, commenting has been disabled as there are maybe three that aren’t mine, and a whole bunch of spam. Hit up the techincally-don’t-exist-yet forums for discussion and all that good shit. It has the added bonus of actually working in a way that makes some fucking sense.

God I took my sweet time finishing this.

Upon request, I changed the legs, but I really liked the original so I just inked ‘em both and worked some Photoshop on ‘em to make the two seperate versions.

I’m kinda partial to both versions, and may color them. But first, dinner ain’t gonna eat itself. Also, I have two hours to get the next HoD done. Drat.

That last bit is only funny if you’ve read Watchmen. I can’t really recommend it as one of my favorite comics, but it’s pretty good, and it’s one of those things comics fans should be required to read, regardless of how entertaining you find it. The title comes from an old Something Positive comic. (That was a bitch and a half to find, too. I went through Year 2 and Year 3 twice before I remembered that it was Eva and not Bran in the strip. The sad thing is that I was able to track it down by who the main character was dating at the time. I think I may have read the S*P archives one too many times. >_>)

Last year, Irony-chan said she was ending Get Medieval due to a lawsuit, as an April Fool’s joke. Though my interest was waning at the time anyway, I stopped reading because of that stunt. That shit is not funny nor is it entertaining.

Funny thing is that nobody ever tries to play April Fool’s pranks on me, personally. Either people think I’m too clever, or too scary to pull pranks on. Sometimes people are really, really weird.

This should pop up at 6AM rather than 10PM as usual. April fucking fools.

I think it’s sad that when I walk up to the 7-Eleven with a cigarette in my mouth, I think up all these good comebacks to anti-smoking people, but nobody ever gives me any shit about smoking. A rare case of people being more decent than expected.

Before you fire up your email clients, allow me to explain that I used to be hardcore anti-smoking, so I know from personal experience that we were all cocksuckers. In this day and age, there’s nobody in this country that hasn’t been appraised of the health risks of tobacco smoke, so if a consenting adult wants to do it, more power to ‘em. The really odd thing is that considering how vehement the anti-smokers are (myself included, back when I was younger and knew everything), smokers are generally pretty considerate about keeping their smoke away from nonsmokers. At least, that’s been my experience.