Not so minor hiccup

You may have noticed ol’ Uncle was down for a couple days there.

In case you missed it, here’s the last page of Matt Speroni’s The Dreadful followed by the new page that would’ve gone up yesterday if not for the unpleasantness.

I’m still not sure what went wrong with the site, so I’ll just do what I always do in these situations and assume it was a causality casualty from war with an alternate timeline.

Rolling with that assumption on all of life’s little problems can give you a terrific perspective on things. Y’know? “Augh, fuck. It’s raining!” becomes, “Huh, it’s raining,” and then with a bemused nod, “Typical 31st century Mega-Etruscan tactic.”

And then when your friends look at you weird, you can give them a pitying gaze, clutch their heads to your bosom, and lament that they too have been affected by the wars. Something like, “Oh, you poor dear. You’ve no memory of what never shall be.”

I don’t have many friends anymore.

Not since the war took them.