I’d like to state for the record that Wordpress’s new version don’t impress me much. When I upgraded, I could no longer upload images, which is kind of important for this site. Since I didn’t feel like doing troubleshooting the error, and since I absolutely can’t stand the way the new wordpress handles image uploads with an unnecessarily complicated and slow-loading set of Flash menus instead of a simple freaking submit button, I downgraded back. Note to software developers: Just your app has a pretty blue vector-based GUI doesn’t mean it’s not clunky and a step in the completely wrong direction.

Right, the comic.

Lance and Eskimo aren’t made of money; they can’t afford luxuries like new gender-appropriate underwear. Not when Jeria’s got loads of old clothes in boxes in the basement! (She had a bigger ass during the pregnancy.)

I don’t know how to play any kind of music (but then, neither does Caryn), and yet, I so covet her Daisy Rock Heartbreaker. Actually, I want a heart-shaped bass, but now that I have an income, I can’t find one. Also: bad idea, Laura.

LANCE: What are you…
PICKERING: I decided to take the scenic route to campus.
CARYN: So, Eskimo, are you musical?
ESKIMO: I know several sea shanties.
PICKERING: Also, you left your strawberry print panties at Professor Higgins’s.
LANCE: Ha ha, those came with the apartment.
CARYN: I’m trying to get together a band full of musicians with excess skill and no desire for glory.
ESKIMO: That’s too bad, cause my exploits are the stuff of legend.
PICKERING: I’ll stop off at Penney’s and get you some proper boxers. (kisses him on the cheek)
CARYN: That is too bad! I think you’d be fun to tour with.
ESKIMO: (blushes, grins)
LANCE: Pickering…
PICKERING: Don’t you think it’s time you called me ‘Carole’?
Lance wanders up to Eskimo who is playing with a guitar.
ESKIMO: What did Pickering want?
LANCE (beaming): I have a girlfriend.