I had to rush this comic to make sure last week’s travelling wouldn’t keep me from missing a deadline. It’s a shame, because I think the premise is solid; it’s just not executed well.
Anyway, a book that champions the painfully ordinary instead of record breakers doesn’t require a lengthy commentary, especially when it’s done this lamely. To make up for the lack of content, here are some links that are vaguely related to this week’s toon:
For those unfamiliar with National Bohemian and the evil eye of Mr. Boh, this site will get you up to speed. Natty Boh is the only economy brew that holds a special place in my heart. My apologies for shoehorning him into a comic. I’ve been trying to do that for years now.
Reciting pi to the nth digit has always been a nerd pissing contest. Now that pi is a button on nearly every calculator, memorizing it is a completely pointless exercise. You should free that brain space to figure out where you’re life went so wrong. If you insist on memorizing that mystical ratio, Hard N’ Phirm have an excellent video to help you on your way.
Did you know the store’s open? Well it is, and in spite of my tiny little girl hands, I was able to type the Paypal code perfectly.
Two more things about the stuff in the store: 1) If you’re one of the lucky few who get to see my grumpy grimace in the real world, you can buy this stuff minus the shipping costs, or just get me drunk and I’ll give it away like your moms. (Oh no I didn’t!) 2) I haven’t actually dropped the comics off at Million Year Picnic yet. I’ll be going sometime Monday evening.