I tried several times to make anything but this out of this piece of art.  But the elegant dance of sparseness and profanity presented here was my first idea, it stuck, and goddammit I like it.

MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: I have no idea why this is hysterical, but this is fucking hysterical.  And it totally wouldn’t work as one panel.  It’s gotta be three.  Cute, cute, “fuck you.”  Unless maybe you did it in the second panel.

In other news, I just spent a good portion of the evening installing something insanely stupid in my reasonably glorious home-built PC tower:



Yes, that’s a 5.25″ floppy drive. I also installed the glorious FC5025 controller from Device Side Data which allows you to use an old PC floppy drive to read Atari, Apple, Commodore, and all kinds of other disks, and damned if it don’t work wonderfully.  It even reads hard sector disks.  I finally have a way to archive all the crappy old Atari 800 games I wrote as a kid, going back to early stuff I did with my Dad. Still haven’t yet come across Dad’s masterpiece, “Pacworm” (a “Snake” clone with a plot involving ridding northern NY of mosquitoes) nor my own “K-9 Commando,” “Escape from Gauley Bridge High School,” or “Spitting Olympics.” But I’ll get there.

In other news, I’ve got two shows as Worm Quartet coming up – one in Ithaca, NY on the 27th, and one in Minneapolis in March as part of MarsCon.  The latter has a fundraiser CD for the music track (including a few live tracks from my GoH performance last year) which you can order at MarsConDementia.com

That’s entirely too much commentary for a two-word strip.

See you on Friday – I’m cracking open another dusty box of floppies.

-=ShoEboX=-