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(Jon sez:) You can kind of see all the plot threads weaving together here at the end. Well, not so much "weaving together" as "smashing together like atomic nuclei in a cyclotron." Which makes sense for a mad science comic. I'd like to thank Mark for putting so much damned work into this comic. His employers, who are manifestly insane, have been keeping him at work on weekends and until after midnight so many days that it's ridiculous. In a sane world I would not be getting emails from him at 2 AM that say, "I'm still at work, no comic possible tonight." And, more importantly, this shouldn't happen for weeks at a time so that no backlog of comics is possible. Note that he's supposed to have a nine-to-five-ish job. Of course, in the video game industry, "9-to-5" means "we let you sleep often enough that you don't die, because if you die we have to pay Human Resources to recruit a replacement for you." |
(Mark sez:) I'm terribly frustrated. Comet McNaught has apparently been the brightest comet in years, but from here in Chicago it has been continuously cloudy since the day it started becoming visible. I'd kinda like to see a comet someday, you know. |