The Heat is Too Damn Hoton June 22, 2012 at 12:01 am
What’s the weather like in your part of the world, Dear Reader? NYC feels like a testing lab for hair dryers and also, that the lab is on fire and more also, that you are wearing a three-piece suit made out of fire.
Which is to say that it is warm.
The MRS, she likes to say that there are two Colins—everyday Colin (he’s the devil-may-care bon vivant, a bit of louche with just a soupçon of élan) and then…Summer Colin*. And he’s just a douchebag. Overheated, overwhelmed, possessing the self-regulatory capacity of an infant. The heat, you see, is (most assuredly) not Summer Colin’s friend.
And to explain, look—my full name is Colin Patrick Delaney. My parents, understand, wanted to make sure there were no questions about my particular ancestry—which is to say, I come from bog-people. People who cut peat and lived under the constant grey-blue haze of Ireland, who picnicked in the rain since if you waited for the rain to stop, you’d never go picnicking.
To put it another way, I am from Greywater Watch.
So. I think I can be indulged a bit for hating the tyrant sun (that great unblinking eye and Sauron’s second cousin) every summer.
But what the above has to do with today’s comic…well, look, it’s HOT and I’m TIRED. Although to give you some inside baseball, for whatever reason, I agonized (agonized!) over the “prosper” file extension. Which, in hindsight, appears, ridiculous in the extreme. But I really ran the scale, starting at .ace and going all the way down to .zip, before settling, inexplicably, on .prg.
Enjoy your weekend, Dear Reader and treat yourself to some gazpacho or vichychoisse. Or, drink enormous quantities of gin-&-sodas, weighted down by whiskey stones, which is your humble correspondent’s plan.
* There’s also a Kung-Fu Grip Colin, which can be purchased at any fine Kung-Fu Gripary.