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(Jon sez:) 
I had that "10" = "Io" gag battering around inside my head for months. It's
good to finally see it on the page.
On this page we see Dryden (the big guy) acting as a translator of sorts between his partner Chaucer and one of the ubiquitous Marlowe units. In real life, computers do this all the time - one computer will speak in a "language" that another cannot understand, and they need an intermediary of some kind to communicate. I could bend your ear for hours with tales of network protocols to back up this statement, but - believe me - you don't care. In other news: Emilie Karr, creator of Illicit Miracles, sends us some very cool fan art and some compliments that have me, even now, blushing. Emilie says of her art: "I thought Benjamin deserved a little fan-art. And then Caprice snuck in. And Ben isn't holding a dart, I imagine it's some kind of futuristic stylus-thing." You, too, can feed my ego and Mark's by sending us fan art and/or compliments. Email us. Operators are standing by. |
(Mark sez:) 
Ah, Chaucer and Dryden. I'm always happy when they get a scene, because they
say fun things, I get to use that cool font (Android Nation from Blambot), and most importantly
they're so easy to draw.
I notice from my obsessive checking of the referrer logs that we appear to have a number of new readers this week. Welcome, I say! Pull up a chair, make yourself at home, can I get you anything out of the fridge? We have ice pops! |
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