A Portrait of the Artist as a Middle-Aged Goofball
Of course, as Batty points out, the reason I feel like that same goofball is that I am that same goofball. The main difference is that the Mac I hunch over has gotten a lot lighter. In high school I pecked away at one of those big toasters, and I did it so much that I got up to sixty or seventy words a minute just jabbing the keyboard with my index fingers. I called it “seek-and-destroy typing.”
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Happy Belated Birthday!
I’ve been reading your comic for a while now, since stumbling across it on LJ.