I stared at this strip for nearly as long as this happy basket-toting moron has been staring at the salad bar, and this is the only direction my brain would take me with it.  I blame the Hairpin stock photo collection “Women Laughing Alone With Salad,” which I can’t look at without being intensely amused for reasons I only partly understand.

I was worried about this one, mostly because I feel like I ripped off the rhythm of one of my own older strips.  But it’s Mrs. Shoebox-approved, and therefore has a date with destiny.

MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP:  *snort*  That’s some goofy-ass shit, dear.

In other stuff-I-made news, I posted a new song to The FuMP today.  Feel free to check it out if you like introspective comedy synth-punk songs about aging and writer’s block.