This strip marks the second time in nearly two full years that Paul and I have created and executed a strip while both being in the same physical room with one another. Friday's strip will be done in the same manner. I suppose we'll find out if this was the missing ingredient, that essential herb and/or spice that would rocket us into super-web-comic-stardom.
Let me be honest, at this moment: I have not purchased the latest Bad Company, nor do I plan to. I don't like the mechanics of the game, I don't like the communication system, and I don't like the game-winning technique Paul has shared with me.
This has, however, reminded me of a common situation whenever a new game drops on the scene. I have constructed a metaphor, and you are free to experience it along with me here:
You and all your friends are on an island. Having fun. With each other. A new ferry opens up to a neighboring island. You can go, but it costs $60. Your friends are all going. "But," you might find yourself saying, "I don't want to go. I like this island just fine."
They can't hear you, however, because they've already boarded the ferry and are off enjoying the new island. Because they're not really your friends.
You're all bastards, basically, is what I'm getting at.
I'm in Pittsburgh now, and will be appropriately engaged in Pittsburgery for the next few days. If you make it a point to seek me out, I will happily fail to live up to any expectations you may have.