A conversation between Kiiip and myself has recently made me realize that God existed before the Earth, so he is extraterrestrial, and thus an alien. Kiiip amended it to make it clear: He’s an Illegal Alien. God has no legal right to live here on Earth and he is taking our jobs and our women (our virgins, even). And then he had a kid, an anchor baby, to give him a credible claim to humanity. Go figure. We shoulda built a fence.
Haiku!
I see frankensteins.
They’re coming for me. Oh no.
I must run away!
Not much of note just now. Trying to get more things done at once than I’m actually getting done. To make things worse, Marq is again Internetless. I’m going to have to find some superior way of making us millionaires. A quicker way.
At this exact moment I’m weighing the pros and cons of taking a nap. Cons are currently winning, but my eyelids are really filibustering here.
Hey, a few days ago was Groundhog Day. I didn’t consciously know it was coming, but I must have subconsciously, because my dream the night before had Bill Murray in it. So that’s neat.
Regular viewers of this site will notice that absolutely nothing is different. The menu to the right has always been there and the banner at the top is obviously not a smaller and more colorful replacement for an older banner. And there sure aren’t another other changes both cosmetic and functional designed to bring the Book of PDR into the new year all fancy and new. But somehow I still feel like thanking Marq for it.
In other news, while I wrote this I ate a pita bread with peanut butter and banana slices on it and I’m pretty sure that combination should be called a PDRPBBNP in the future. (Obviously that stands for PDR Peanut Butter, Banana ’n Pita. I’m not spelling it out to imply anyone is stupid, but I figure someday aliens will read this and I want them to have proper context.)
I had no chance to do SecGov Robots this week and I thought I was going to have to go with just Phone Guys, but then, just now at the last moment, I banged out a couple of other comics:
Little Choy:
Some other thing based on a doodle I did at work:
And the Phone Guys:
Oh hey, Monday is going on…
I gots a Secret. A Secret Government Robots, that is.
Plus there’s the comic I started last weekend, but the computer killed it on me.
You see, the “it” that the coach wanted sent “outta the park” was not a baseball, as one might expect, but some sort of alien. And it isn’t even a baseball park. Oh, how odd.
Plus, some Phone Guys:
