Happy New Year!
Lemme tell you about today's strip - but first, let's talk about Shaun. That's right Shaun; we're talking about you. Apparently Shaun does not like my newsposts because Shaun's name is not in them - isn't that right, Shaun? Well, I hope this makes you happy, you greedy bastard. But I don't think you'll be smiling quite so broadly once I have exposed you for what you are: that's right, one of Tony's friends. And I guess you know Jason too, huh? Oh well, that doesn't make you that special.
And just in case I haven't made it clear:
Shaun Shaun Shaun Shaun Shaun Shaun. Satisfied?
Well by the time you're reading this, it will have been 2001 in our neck of the woods for at least a few hours. However, I'm writing this a good seven hours before the millennium's changeover, so I have no idea what's going to happen between now and then. The world could be ending as you're reading this, and I would have no idea. Kinda makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, huh?
Well, so does mold, but I wouldn't recommend eating two month old cheese.
Today's strip is a homage to one of the few good things to come out of the 80s (aside from three of us (Kai's a seventies child - I think that's clear)). To tell the truth, this strip has been adulterated from its orginal version, because certain test audiences felt the ending made the main character "less sympathetic." Ahh, focus groups. The original version, in all of its unchanged glory, will be added to our extras section at some point (namely the point when that little button that says "Extras" works).
Speaking of little buttons, it has come to my attention that you have not clicked on the button that says "Forum". Why? What have we done to you? Why have you forsaken us? Just click on the little button; it'll make Jason feel better. We'd like to get some good conversations going in there; we enjoy talking to our readers! But we can only have interesting discussions if you come and put in your two cents. Otherwise, we're just talking to ourselves. And we do enough of that already. Join us, come to the dark side; you won't be sorry.* And we won't sick Tony on you. You wouldn't want that.
I've promised thoughts, rants, and ruminations from us on Wednesday. I hope not to disappoint. I'd also like to hear from our audience, so that I can share some reader comments with the rest of you on Wednesday as well. Otherwise, I have to go search the web for some sort of "news", or I may have to make some up. So don't be surprised if you hear about the return of the Mastadon on Wednesday; I'm probably just having a little fun with you. Or am I?
Quote of the Day: "I feared this day from the moment I began writing a column about games, hiding my worry behind a wall of self-delusion insulated with false bravado...I am sick of computer games....Folks, not even the promise of a street-illegal Chevy outfitted with big iron spikes on its front bumper and the promise of a heady afternoon spent turning unsuspecting pedestrians into vague discolorations on asphalt holds any allure for me...and I'm from Boston!"
-Andy Ihnatko, Macworld 02/2001
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