As anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped in a conversation with me for more than ten minutes can attest, my research of Nuclear Misadventure has become a major hobby. I believe the fashionable term is “passion project” — one that basically everyone i’ve ever met has passionately projected themselves away from, when the subject arises.
I suddenly started to wonder what’s better — to remember or to forget? I asked my friends. Some have forgotten, others don’t want to remember, because we can’t change anything anyway, we can’t even leave here. Here’s what I remember. In the first days after the accident, all the books at the library about radiation,
Relax, relax, it was just a mood, please don’t call the cops on me
What you see here is an embroidered pillow which we recently constructed out of spare fabric and raw idleness. The second one of many, if our trajectory of rejection of popular culture and mass media continues. As our skills improve we might even start putting them up for sale! It would be a shame to
Yet another rich, brilliant moment from our scintillating life. It’s for sale too, if you can believe that, at our Store. ****UPDATE, 5/31/13: It has come to our attention that some readers are interpreting the bearded gentleman in the last panel of this comic strip — the one impatiently & ostentatiously sighing in frustration over