And about an hour before the comic went live, somebody posted this on Facebook:
Category / Bill Bickel
Houston, have we had a problem?
I just noticed there’s been zero activity here for close to four hours. Certainly that’s not beyond the realm of possibility, but it’s unusual enough — especially midday on a Friday — to warrant making sure nothing’s amiss.
So if somebody could respond with “Kowalski says hi,” I’d appreciate it (my own posts always go through, so I’m a useless test subject).
Subject Line I Don’t Understand
Painting I Don’t Understand
Beach
So… Caulfield could anticipate exactly what he was going to say??
Oh lord, now it’s Idiot Bill’s wife too!
She opened a Netflix account under her (presumably) own address, but everything sent to that address gets automatically copied to Idiot Bill’s address. Which of course is actually my address, since apparently he gave his wife his wrong address.
Because of course he did.
I checked, and this is indeed an active Netflix account.
So now I can change the password on her account and own it. God knows what other information I could get by logging into her account. Or I could close her account.
I won’t do any of these things but swear to God, I hope these two haven’t reproduced.
Isn’t this true of EVERY long staircase?
Joker [mostly OT]
I would argue that this photo of Caesar Romero, on a break from filming 1966’s Batman, in which ironically he plays a humorous, campy version of the character, is the creepiest depiction of The Joker I’ve ever seen.
Because he’s not wearing a garish costume and sporting green hair, and looks both mundane and deeply unsettling.
Oh, those zany Baby Boomers…
Andréa: Now they will be carrying their rotary phone around??
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