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:

Only one page of Secret Government Robots today:

I have a Little Choy comic over here:

And over here, Phone Guys:

There was meant to be another strip today, but my computer just froze up on me and I lost all the work I’d done on it. I guess it is partially my own fault for not saving even once, but it should not be forgotten that the computer froze up, not me. Man, my Computron Rex has so many bizarre and unusual problems I forgot that something as mundane as freezing up was a thing that could even still happen to computers. Oh well. I don’t feel like starting the strip over, so I’ll save it for next week instead.

The SecGov Robot Army Cadets finally stop talking to ghosts and get moving again:

After like a dozen pages in a blank grey void, now I have to start doing backgrounds again. But you know who have no problem existing in a single-color void? The Phone Guys:

I thought I would get no SecGov Robots done today and that made me feel bad. But then I rushed out a couple of pages and proved myself wrong. Now I feel bad because I was wrong.

So anyway:

I never doubted that I’d have a Phone Guys, because I did a year’s worth of those last October, of course. This is one:

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.