Ironically, this one was written long before five this morning when a naked Batman* nudged me and said that he thought the roof was leaking. To which I replied, quite coherently, "Drumpha? Glorp." and woke up just enough to kick a bucket under the drippy bits.

So Monday is September 1st, which means the twice yearly donation drive will start. You might notice that there is (1) no Paypal button on the site and (2) the store is absolutely half-assed - I'm really doing this for my own enjoyment than any financial gain. Still, my goal is that this little webcomic hobby-o-mine costs me nothing but time, so every six months I get out the tin can and rattle the crap out of it. I think this round of donation gifts might be the best so far, and better still, I don't have to do any time-consuming preorders on them (preorders take me down from half-assedness capacity to barely a tenth of assedness).

Have a great weekend!

*The cowl doesn't count.

Everyone knows this is the Fed's friend Josh, right? This is the first time he's been in Da Flesh since the art reboot but he's not on a first-name basis with his boss.

Lord, what a weekend. We took care of a small dog while some friends went out of town - I've long known that there are Dog People and Cat People and that I'm a card-carrying member of the former, but I hadn't realized there are Big Dog People and Little Dog People. Small dogs come with an entire new set of problems that are just not possible with large dogs, such as vanishing into thin air. What the heck is up with that? A big dog sometimes gets loose, but this is an event that big dog owners refer to as "The Rest of the Afternoon." They do not, however, disappear in a fenced-in yard until you eventually find them hiding under your grill.

This might - might - be a four-update week depending on how successful the next two days are for me. See you tomorrow!