The older my kids get the greater the struggle for parental logic reigning supreme.

My first back from the San Diego Comic Con wasn’t as bad as depicted in today’s strip, but it was close. The guy actually had a bigger gun. However, I didn’t think that would be believable.

I really love the lyrical nature of her script for this one. It reminds me of Krazy Kat meets Manga and a great place to start with the upgraded versions of WP and ComicPress.

The usual weekday morning routine of coffee, shower, get dress, run at full speed to catch the train has been replaced today with chaos, property damage, and now a residual distrust of the beautiful black gold known as coffee all before heading off to work.

All that and my cartoon avatar is still without tasting his first cup of coffee yet.

If my cartoon avatar’s coffee addiction is anything like my own, expect him to fall asleep within 5 minutes of eating his toast.

2 minutes if he sits down to butter the toast.

Of course, that is if he will eat his toast at all.

Would I be exaggerating if I said this has happened to me before…oh and the giant hole in the wall thing too.

In all honesty, the really only inappropriate part was a pre-alpha build of the game leaked to the torrents, not a release candidate (rc.) I have more regrets for the script-kiddies who wasted their bandwidth downloading an incomplete experience.

If you going to download games, at least get the full proverbial “E ticket ride.”

My 8 year old daughter created today’s strip, and I kid you not, without any prompting or direction from me. This was solely her idea, and she executed it all on her own. I love how in its own weird internal logic, it’s a complete idea. Who would’ve guessed creating comics could be carried down through the genes?

It’s a little hard to read the dialogue so I’ll transcribe the text for you:

Frame 1: Man: H’m I wonder where my Dad is?

Frame 2: Man: Oh there my Dad is.

Frame 3: Dad: What are you looking at?

Man: Nothing.

Frame 4: Man: Sorry Dad.

Frame 5: Dad: Ahhhh… (after being stepped on by Man.)

Frame 6: The End.

I love this strip but I had to ask Chloe who the Dad in the strip was, she replied,

“You.”

“Why am I getting squashed by the huge man?”

“Sorry.”

I either have a comic genius for a daughter or I see huge therapy bills in my future.

Or how I learned to stop mourning the death of printed media, and love ebooks.

I’m going ahead and posting this version of Friday’s strip as is, and we’ll replace it next week.

Why am I replacing a perfectly good strip, with albeit minimal coloring, because even in the midst of the chaos caused by Ipad vs. Kindle wars going on here at work, I had a major breakthrough in saving my strips with sharper image quality. But as with all improvements in technology, it comes with an upfront cost of increasing the production times on these strips…and I have stories to tell dammit, the strips must continue. Regardless of me belly-aching about time constraints or debating with co-worker’s about how they will learn to love the Ipad and forget the kindle.

Oh, and I’ll tell you about the Ipad-related wager I have with two co-worker’s later.