Recently I was revisiting an idea I had for a tattoo when I thought up this strange comic idea. I wonder if it would make the next morning more or less awkward? To roll over after a night of drunken sex and see the message, "remind me of your name when I wake," on your anonymous partner's back... Welcome to modern etiquette. Not that I have even been in that place, and my tattoo idea for myself has nothing to do with this comic. Mine is more based on a a time line of my entire life running up my spine.

   On another note the last couple of days (and nights, late, late nights) playing an online multiplayer first-person shooter game called Team Fortress 2 with my friends Mike and Matt. It bring back fond memories of a shady dial-up modem with an optimistic 54k cap that it never reached playing Counterstrike. Of course with that kind of lag there was no chance to win so instead we would trash-talk people into distraction and then kill them while they typed angrily. It seems to me that games are being constantly built to reflect the breaking edge of technology, something that advances with such frequency that no one actually regularly own the computers capable of playing said games. Strange business strategy...

Peace,
Kendall