YOHO, yes, it is 4AM.

I'm working on becoming nocturnal. I figure if I adjust to non-human hours I will have fewer problems being distracted by my (usually human) cohorts.

In other news, tomorrow's SMBC (GOOD GOD, TODAY'S VOTING REWARD) may hold the record for most words in the most confusing speech bubbling in history. If you've ever wanted to say to yourself "that comic would've been better if it took 17 panels instead of 1," now's your chance.

Speaking of failure, it looks like Inverloch is about to overtake us at Buzz. It's pretty awesome to be in competition with a comic that I enjoy. I mean, sure, her 500-something pages of epic high fantasy could never match the depth of a comic that was, for example, about puppies exploding out of PTERRORDACTYL, or an angry biker with a penchant for feminine hats, but the pacing is really excellent.

More importantly than all of this, we have had another victory in the fight against legitimate intelligent comedy. This from today's emails (IM names witheld to protect the innocent).

(Guy): were going to open mic tonight
(Girl): DAMN STRAIGHT!
(Guy): when you coming to my house?
(Girl): idk are you there?
(Guy): silly girl
(Guy): Im at work
(Girl): ok lol
(Girl): werd!
(Girl): what's up!?
(Guy): do you have a buttfer?
(Girl): ??? a what??
(Guy): I need one tonight
(Guy): do you have one?
(Guy): Im thinking about using it for a song
(Girl): a buttfer ?lol
(Guy): yeah?
(Guy): do you have one?
(Girl): whats a buttfer?
(Guy): fer poop'n!
(Girl): ewwww


God I love my readers.

In closing, according to my newer (and theoretically correcter) site tracker, I have something on the order of 13,000 unique IPs a day. This is a few thousand more than I expected, and a baker's dozen thousand more than I deserve. That said, welcome to all you stealth readers. Your secret is now exposed. We know whom you are.

Goodnight kids. See you in the mornfternoon...

OR SHOULD I CALL YOU MONSIEUR PIGGIE??!