That’s right, Marge is once again large and in charge.  Aryn had a prophetic dream that somehow led her to recover my computer from the abyss.  Expect a new comic on Tuesday, and if you’re lucky, I might even put up two and adjust the timestamp on one of them so it will be as if this whole mess never happened.

In other news, Aryn let me order more Heroscape stuff.  I should really buy her some ice cream or something.

Hey Everybody,

Sorry for the lack of comic this week. My beloved computer Marge, who had been on her last leg for a couple weeks at least, finally entered the void. That’s a nice way of saying I killed her, you see. As a last ditch effort to revive the Marge I knew and loved, I tried to reformat the hard drive and reinstall Windows, but Marge wasn’t having that.

So I write to you now on my wife‘s Mac, which probably doesn’t even have a name, and if it did, it would probably be a boy’s name, like Mortimer, or Joaquin. It’s a sad state to be sure, but fear not, because when I review my finances after my next paycheck, I just might be able to replace the old girl (Marge, not Aryn) sooner rather than later. Keep your fingers crossed that all the Super Nintendos in the world suddenly break and mine somehow becomes exponentially more valuable or something.

I considered reprinting an old comic this week, and slapping a new title on it to pass it off as new. But then I decided that if my loyal readers noticed the ploy, they would be annoyed, and if they didn’t, I would be crestfallen. So instead I invite you to delve through the archives and maybe even rediscover a classic.  This one is Keith’s favorite, though I’m not sure why.

Hopefully my hiatus won’t be too long. Maybe I’ll even make it up to you by bringing back the gray poem-reciting box, since everyone enjoyed that story arc so much. Or perhaps not.

Love,
Joe