Today’s strip is something a little different.

You might say that we’re having some technical difficulties, but only if your definition of difficulties is utter, cataclysmic disaster. My computer, that complicated tool i use to shape the artwork of FoM, hit some kind of esoteric, binary snafu when i sat down to create this week’s comic. It then proceeded to disintegrated into a smoldering heap of high-tech circuitry and ashen scrap metal, rendering me totaly helpless in the process.

What we’ve done to remedy the situation is conscript Andreas Fyrileiv into the fold for a guest-strip. Because if there’s one think we would like to be, it’s consistent. well, sort of.

I’m writing this post from a laptop that predates the great flood, the kind of machine that has cogs and levers. Seriously, it sounds like a fucking piece of farming equipment. The fact that i got this thing up and running is the truest form of miracle. If i wasn’t busy coordinating this whole guest-strip situation, i would call the pope.

One would think that having someone make a guest-strip would mean less work for me, the regular artist; This is not the case. I’m organizing this whole operation from the before mentioned artifact, and i feel like a goddamn flight-coordinator. I’m the middle-man, delivering messages, giving out instructions, assurances, and all that stuff. I can feel my lifespan shortening as the stress wrecks havoc on my frail body. By dawn there will be little more than a harrowed husk where a human once was. This post will be my epitaph. I just wish i had some sort of zen, Jedi shit to leave you with.

I am truly grateful that Andy agreed to step up to the plate though. Thank you man.

 - SF