Boy, that's terrible for Sarah. I'm glad that I don't have to worry about having so much sex that I can't work on the comic.
...Wait. What?
I'm a big fan of how Brighton looks in the last panel. Serious bedroom eyes, right there, as compared to Kent's terrific crankiness. I only wrote the dialogue for this strip, leaving the visuals entirely up to Sarah. Partly because I couldn't come up with an activity for Kent and Brighton, and partly because it's just fun to see how it turns out.
I realized earlier today that I truly enjoy living in the digital age. I open up Google Chrome in the morning, and am promptly presented with my iGoogle homepage. On this page are my horoscope for the day (for kicks), a brief weather report, the five top stories on CNN, the eight top stories weeded out from multiple news sources, a list of recent Slashdot articles, the top seven links on Digg, and Google Reader's list of all the webcomics I follow that have updated during the night. From there, I pick and choose what I investigate further, as a sultan of old might have selected an exotic beauty from his vast harem. Except, instead of women from the four corners of the world, I am plucking pure data from the ether.
The sheer surfeit of information and its easy access combine to make me feel remarkably like a Shadowrun decker, when I'm not worrying about never again knowing the touch of a woman, ever.
-James