So here we are, our triumphant return after a nearly three-week sabbatical. A lot of stuff went on during that period--Sarah entertained a distinguished guest from overseas and went on an interstate road trip, I finished my perusal of G Gundam, watched the entirety of Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, become more or less accustomed to my brand spanking new job, stood stoically clad in the traditional garb of Indiana Jones as Halloween meandered calmly by, and life has (in general) gone on, as life is wont to do.

Anyway, if road trips and intercontinental guests aren't excuse enough to lack updates, you clearly have never experienced either. While in the stark wilderness of Texas, Sarah was lucky to even have Internet access, not to mention the facilities to assemble a comic. They really are like barbarians down there. I say this unapologetically, having been to the state a couple of times over the years and finding the assessment to be true on both occasions. I know some very fine people from Texas, but the place itself terrifies the bejeezus out of me. It's like it is actively aspiring to become a miniature Australia, which is the Every Living Organism Here Can Fucking Kill You capitol of the world. On the upside, I think Texas has more hookers. Which can also kill you, but in a slow, brain-melting, syphilitic kind of way that can be prevented with timely application of penicillin. Or a cauterizingly hot wire up your urethra, depending on your level of scientific advancement.

I prefer the former, myself.

On the subject of today's comic, I'm not sure whether I should apologize or not for the massive infodump. I hope that Kent's full-throttle freakout and Quin's sweatdropping Demolition Man reference were enough to balance out the overwhelming avalanche of exposition that took place. If not, I shall simply have to try harder next time. That's what writing is all about, isn't it? Getting better as it goes along? I sure as hell hope it is.

Otherwise, I'm fucked.