Taken from a real conversation at work, and now everyone’s dead. Oh well better luck next time!

What a soothing sound to have your alarm clock give to you at five freakin’ thirty in the morning.

If you haven’t guessed yet I do most of the writing for this comic at five thirty in the morning when the alarm clock kicks in and drills three morons being hilarious until I give up and get up out of bed.

Tune in tomorrow when Action Sally tries to recover from her amnesia by asking people to hit her on the head with a  frying pan.

Done because I just know every single commercial radio station in the world is going to have their Monday morning breakfast show hosts falling over themselves to gush about how much they loved her even though they never played her music or mentioned her except as a joke. Have I mentioned commercial breakfast radio really bugs me sometimes?

Big thanks to Mister J for writing one of the lines in the comic, and a whole week’s worth of Whitney-related comics too. The man’s a champ!

Drives me nuts about how all the newspapers and TV news and what have you cry about how disappointing the new Apple device is – even though nobody at any point promised anything about it. Maybe I’m just cynical but it’s almost like the established media had some axe to grind, or perhaps some agenda, that would cause them to denounce the advent of a new wave of decentralised information broadcasting systems?

Nah, couldn’t be.