1100 pages…holy crap, how does anybody keep a comic going that long?  ….Why can’t WE?  At least we’re getting going again.  And we got to bash Twilight, so all around good show, though it would have been great if they’d let me talk about the Lost premiere.

Ah, the simple glory of the lampshade.  An unobtrusive object that quietly did its light diffusing job with nary a whimper or a complaint, until good old TVtropes.com carried it from the dust of obscurity into the hallowed halls of comedy.  Why do I sometimes do this show with a lampshade on my head?  Is it to sound like Darth Vader?  Am I just bleeping crazy?  ….Well probably.  But moreover, I do it to bring myself in touch with the very essence of satire, by lampshading myself.  Something that I do with wild abandon every week, physical lampshade or not.  But now, after providing us a show’s worth of hilarity ensuing, which really was more to the credit of our comedian guest than myself (no wonder he’s managed to keep a gag a day strip going all these years and make a living off it), it is time for my dear lampshade to exit stage left before the joke gets worn.  Adieu old friend, until next we meet.

So…this week we’ve got a comic about a girl who is (or might not be…) traveling in time back to the American Revolution, and getting some revolutionary sugar while she’s there.  Seems simple, but three major points complicate the issue.

First of all…is she really time traveling or is this in her head?  This one actually seems remarkably easy to me.  The best way to find out would be to go back, shoot some famous guy (on the enemy side, of course) in the head and see if the history books change.  Of course, this runs the risk of coming back to find the world ruled by Stupid Jetpack Hitler, as all us genre savvy folks know that any irresponsible time travel is likely to result in Stupid Jetpack Hitler (unless done by Dr. Who, in which case you get Stupid Jetpack MASTER), but what the hey, time travel’s not an exact science, right?

Secondly, you have to wonder what kind of dedication it takes for a writer to endure colonial Williamsburg for her art.  Seriously, all I remember of that place is the contradictory feelings of dying of thirst and needing to pee at the same time.  They need to install more bathrooms…or should I say, ye olde outhouses.

And finally, the big question: if a woman in a relationship goes back in time to before she met her current beau, and starts seeing someone else, is it cheating if the present relationship hasn’t happened yet?  And conversely, if you’re getting some in the past, and also at a point in the future where your past beau is centuries dead, are you an adulteress, or a widow?  Time travel gives you a headache, doesn’t it?  And I wonder what the odds are that she sleeps with past beau and ends up her own distant ancestor…

This is a sample post until Mike decides to replace it.

~Mace