It freaks me out when I write a strip that feels too much like a Dilbert. This one fits that criteria to a greater degree than possibly anything else I’ve ever written. There wasn’t any direct Scott Adams influence here, though – this came primarily from a conversation with our wondrous Webmistress Sara Trice, who actually showed me a site that allowed you to “download more cores” (I’m not linking it here, but of course it’s not malware, I mean, why would it be?) At any rate, the missus approved the strip, so here it is.
Speaking of a completely different Scott Adams, I just accidentally introduced my son to the Scott Adams Graphic Adventures. He’s never played a text adventure of any sort before, but he took to them immediately, and we’ve been working through “Voodoo Castle” together for the last couple of days.
On a note that may or may not be related depending on how much psychoanalysis you feel like applying, welcome to the first strip posted in my forties (I say “posted” instead of “written” because I actually laid this out a few days before my birthday.)
MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: Dammit, I showed it to her a few days ago, and now I can’t remember what she said about it, and neither can she. Curse you, aged brain(s)!