Link to today’s strip (eventually).
Sunday’s strip was not available for preview…and boy, writing that makes me feel like a Tom Batiuk character, saying the same thing over and over and expecting it to be funny…eventually! As Fearless Leader noted yesterday, I think I’ve had the most “strip not available” entries of all time (a situation which forces me to pull things from my spinnerets to post, and thank you all for indulging me thus). Still…the most something–it’s an award! I am Number One!
But the situation makes me scared that I ticked off some Elder God, and as punishment I’m going to show up as a character in the strip. Can you imagine a more horrible fate? I bet if you proposed this to Dante, he’d have turned pale and said, “Whoah, dude, I only imagined nine levels of Hell. You’re like, ill or something.”
But fate is what it is. Still, I promise if that happens, I’m going to go right up to Les and ask him, “Do you read Sutter Cane?”
As for the Sunday strip, I imagine we’re going to see the Bleat crew wrap up their “podcast” and “newsprint” coverage of the fair, using more video footage of various fair goings-on. After all, the Dark Twin promised “the dark side” of the fair, which–oh, who am I kidding? That part of the story was forgotten as soon as Tom Batiuk pulled it out of his spinnerets. Thinking things through takes time away from reading Flash comics.
Speaking of comics, tonight ends my session in the agony booth; tomorrow, the lovely, talented and very well informed Comic Book Harriet takes the center seat. Please join me in wishing her luck as the long-threatened “Funky-Crankshaft” crossover feature commences. As for me, I…well, I await the Yellow Sign.
Son of Stuck Funky 
