Oh shit! Ham Radio people do not like it when you suggest that they are perverts. What I was made to understand very quickly is that the use of Ham Radio is core to their identity and that casting aspersions on a group unified by instantaneous connection is not strategic. But I only meant to suggest that one of them was a pervert! You're telling me none of you require novel stimuli? Seems unlikely. Anyway, you guys can all figure out which one of you it is.

Two things: one, CB stands for Citizen's Band. That's really beautiful in a way. And second, if a bunch of your favorite subreddits go down, Ham Radio is not an effective substitute.

My family continues to be sequestered in the upstairs portion of our house. We can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel though. The gaping holes in our walls have been patched and new paint is going up. I think this weekend we will be able to start moving our stuff from the garage back into the house and resume something like normal life. In the meantime I’ve been playing a lot of video games!

When we were writing this strip, Mr. Gribbs asked if I was going to play Diorblo with Dabe after, on our #Fridabe stream. I told him… well, the whole conversation is literally in the strip. I don't have to go over it all again here. Suffice it to say that we did end up playing for a while before he had to go draw something you will like, and then he left.

I've found myself trying fruitlessly to pause Diorblo more often than you would think, maybe I've just entered a phase of life where pausing is required. Shit will be going on, there's a bunch of fuckin' goats or some shit, and I will instinctively brush the ESC key - a key which has so often offered refuge in the past. It doesn't do that here. Now, I continue getting murdered, only the screen is a little darker and there are menu options. None of them is "pause." That's because even if you are playing all by yourself, alone, there is no single player mode because Diablo isn't a single player game.

I'm confident that there are people playing other classes, but when I am in there doing shit, I see a lot of other players who - like myself - are servants of Death Itself. The vast majority. I saw one Barbarian, but I could tell they regretted their choice. They saw the fit - my wicked diadem, burial rags fixed by a chittering scarab - and were fully chastised. Beneath their knitted brow, I could see the idea form: if the sacred rites of their people resulted in them looking like that and me looking like this, how sacred could these rites possibly be? I barely lift a finger when combat begins. I have employees for that. Well, not employees exactly. I haven't opened a jar for myself in a hundred years.

Watching streamers come to grips with Street Fighter 6 - any fighter really - is one of the best uses of the medium. Gabriel is also learning the game, and learning a lot of other things too. Like, about himself.

Monsieur Gribeaux and I have been checking out Farlight 84, a new BR for mobile and PC, and it's incredibly fun even if things didn't go your way.

Apparently yesterday was the true anniversary of Acquisitions Incorporated, an imaginary company that provides imaginary services to an imaginary universe, and yet somehow that has not stopped it from being something a lot of people care about. You might be one of those people! Here is a celebration of said date, which folds within it the promise of more.

For our wicked youth, and I don't mean like the "youth of the nation" or something I mean the larval humans in our care, the "Wii" is retro and anything before that is apocrypha. Like, you'd need a team of experts and dig licenses and shit to reveal a GBA. There's gonna be a woman in one of those hats, like the… the wide hat, with the net, and the camera is going to pan down into the site and catch on the hinge of a startlingly preserved SP.

Having a bunch of strangers working in your house all day takes some getting used to. I can’t really get into VR because at any minute one of these guys might need to tell me they discovered a pocket of poisonous gas or another forest of black mold in my walls. 

It's true!  It has almost a thousand backers, many of whom are grabbing both games simultaneously - and I'm so pleased.  It's really, really special, and I can't wait for you to see it.  

(CW)TB

Somebody asked Mork if I was doing okay, and I am, at least as I define it. If I were to go into a definition of what is and isn't okay, though, I think you would not recognize it. Ultimately, if the world is going to be as fucked up as it is and I'm never supposed to mention it, it just feels worse. And so the conversations people are having with him about me are, essentially, why I hadn't really spoken up before. There's an inflection point somewhere between making other people's lives worse and making my own life worse and eventually some portion of the diagram had to buckle. The alternative was to use my own mind as the load bearing structure for the universe.

Today's strip isn't literally true, but it's figuratively true. Unless you're talking about the fact that Grab's house is being tore up from the floor up - that's definitely true. It's also true that from the very second you get inside the walls of an old house, every sin of its manufacture is laid bare. And not just in the ways we mention in the last couple panels - all manner of Dad Sins eventually become somebody else's problem, some ancient wickedness to inherit. I can give an example of something that happened to me personally, and it didn't result in any significant cost or danger, which makes it a rarity in this kind of tale. We had to get in the basement walls of our house once, and if we hadn't, we would never have known that the house was made almost entirely of fence posts. I remember thinking, "It's weird to see a fencepost inside."

Obviously, it won't do to come off the blocks with an unnecessarily aggressive posture when all I'm trying to do is inform. Media broadly has become a cauldron of omnidirectional cruelty whose barely concealed purpose is to foment and then tirelessly stoke insensate rage - and for what? "Engagement"? The marred coin of a twisted realm. That said, Willow on Disney+ is literal violence.

I don't really have anything to add about Overwatch 2's PvE mode that Tamoor Hussain didn't cover in their definitive GameSpot interview with Blizzard. Well, I guess I do have this mean comic. Overwatch 2 has been a bizarre bait and switch experience almost from the jump, the replacement of a sacred golden idol with a bag of sand. It's one of the most inconceivable maneuvers I've ever seen in my decades long observation of the industry. It's not "inconceivable," I guess. I can conceive it. It's just an act of such profound brand destruction that it's hard to contain entirely in the mind.