Vox's suggestion for the title of this post was "A post about Worrisome" so I'm going with that
I'm bone tired and I've got a sneaking suspicion that the aching is not just from the Moo party last night and is actually the warning klaxons of an impending summer cold. From the feel of it I think it may be Ebola. Or Marburg. Lassa Fever is also a possibility.
On the other hand it's about that time of the year for the new sock dance and I just discovered that the sublime fucked-upness of A Softer World isn't dead, they just moved the page the latest comic is on and I hadn't updated my baroque and venerable comic scraper. So now I have the back catalogue to peruse.
And whilst we're on the topic of fucked up web comics - is it just me or have Orange Wednesday started using Cyanide and Happiness for their advertising. Which would be, well, weird.
