As happens with so many of my strips during the “creative process” or whatever you’d like to call it, today’s comic started as one thing and ended up as another. Specifically, as originally conceptualized, the Cornfather and jefbot had lines to say, but once the strip started gaining form, I found (with a little tweaking) it worked better, and was funnier, without the text balloons, most of which contained information we already knew anyway. So, it evolved into what you see here today – one of the few strips that carry the actions and punch line solely on the shoulders of the artwork. Hope you guys dig it.

So it would appear the Cornfather’s comment from a few strips back was quite prescient. Just how much so remains to be seen.

While the avalanche in today’s strip was started by jefbot’s slamming of the door, I do wonder how safe it is in the “real world” to have a room full of stacked comic long boxes, hanging posters, heavy electronic equipment and shelves filled with hardcover books, in a state known for earthquakes. Needless to say, I’m hoping to get a bit more organized by the time the “Big One” hits.

Yes, jefbot has fashioned his room like the giant government warehouse in Raiders of the Lost Ark, not Area 51 from Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, just to be clear.

And no, my room’s not as bad as what’s represented here in the strip, but it could be considered close. I’m thinking of taking pictures and posting them so you can decide whether or not I have a problem.