Cartoonists, stop whining about schedules!

I read a lot of web comics, and I support a lot of web comic strip artists through periodic donations

But I am really really tired of "Sprry, my life is complicated, no comic today" "Oh, I posted a schedule, but I can't make it, my son has soccer!" "Gosh, I wish I could keep to a schedule but I had friends over!"

Just shut up. Publish when you get around to it, if you don't have something to publish today don't make up a lame excuse that no-one cares about, ust say "no comic". Otherwise it really sounds like whining. well, it is whining, and not very good whining at that.

And if you know you're an erratic publisher, DO NOT put up a publishing schedule. We'll be there, you don't have to pretend you're gonna make every Tuesday & Friday (yes, that means you Rudi).

I love web comics, and the artists are all great. Keep doing your thing, it's part of what makes the Net work, and I'll keep doing my part by sending you a few bucks every now and again.

But don't make lame excuses.

You reallly should document your code

As I sit here late on a Saturdya trying to figure out exactly WHAT this code I wrote 10 years ago is supposed to do.
It should be a reasonably straightforward find routine in a linked list of MIDI objects that I create, but I appear to be doing something clever to multi-search and jump-start the next search. And I don't want to waste time figuring out why the hell I'm doing some things, and I didn't write any comments nor use symbolic constants, just raw numbers.

Arg. THink I'll just write it from scratch, it's easy enough.

RUN!

If Morgan Freeman EVER calls you, RUN!

I have way too much proof to support this. If Mr Freeman is ever the warm, deep, voice on the end of your telephone line when you pick up, start running. Leave your house, your car, your workplace, and just RUN!

Mr. Freeman's calls fortell death.

Farms are scary

Ever thought about a farm? I mean really thought about it.

A farm is a place of misplaced hopes, betrayed trust, and death.

Nothing happens on a farm that is not centered on death. Corn is planted to be ripped down and eaten. Sheep gambol and gyre in the fields, to be led to the slaughterhouse.

A farmer is a death dealer.