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:
I have long been prepared for myself to travel back from the future to visit present-me and offer me advice or even supertechnology. I even had a code-phrase in place that I would be able to tell myself to prove that I was really future me! But I still haven’t had a visit from Future-Me. I was wondering why this was…
Somebody recently helped me realize what’s going on. It’s like this: At some point between now and the Future, my code phrase must become compromised. The bad guys (be they humans, robots, aliens, or commies) have somehow learned my secret code and Future-Me had to pick a new secret code and I don’t know it yet. So that means that Future-Me can’t visit me because I’m out of the loop. Curse my many enemies. Curse them all for ruining my time-travel fun times.
Haiku!
From the far future
come a man and a robot.
They are my new friends.
Speaking of time-travel, I do believe that the new season of Doctor Who has just started, so I am going to watch that in the considerably not-distant future.
