Corrections

According to the real, live Vlad, yesterday's comic contains an inaccuracy.

The real Vlad hates Napoleon Dynamite, and the real Kyle loves it.

They're the original odd couple, ladies and gentlemen!

Whenever Kyle and I disagree on some movie or something like that, he'll eloquently explain his position and I'll end up thinking I'm wrong, even if later I realize that he used his mastery of the english language to brainwash me. That's what the Californians do. That and power crises. Vlad usually just tells me what I like is retarded and then we both stop caring and play Splinter Cell for like four hours.

I don't know if Sten has opinions, but I'm sure they're amiable and non-specific.

I'm in the process of packing all my beloved electronics for the move back to NU. I'll be fully moved into Chapin Hall by Monday night, and I'm excited to be back in Illinoise (NOT A TYPO).

I don't have anything really important to say right now or anything specifically funny, because I'm too pumped up about escaping the lameness of Ohio. After everybody left, this place became deader than a Peter, Paul and Mary concert afterparty. Escape is my only option.

Expect Monday's comic to be late.

But expect it to be quality.

And expect the unexpected.

Don't expect that last thing.