Interlude

Dude. Pwned.

A quick (5-6 hour) piece just from me here while Mary tinkers with the next script; when I realised we'd just had Laurell get on a plane from England to New York, the timing seemed too good to pass up the chance to do a strip on the subject. (This is about the closest to current affairs this comic will ever come: the turnaround rate from script to finished strip is really too slow for that kind of thing, and besides which, it's much harder to shoe-horn current affair commentary into an ongoing set of storylines like regular Shit Happens has.)
I don't particularly agree with the viewpoint in the strip that says an illusion of safety is better than none, like a Linus blanket for the soul, but sometimes people who try to force their opinions on others need a smack in the head, or the verbal equivalent thereof. I thought it was also worth remembering that when people too dead to have a voice anymore are turned into political arguing points (by both sides of a debate,) there are some who knew them as people and are probably quite upset about having their loved ones used as vote-gathering fodder.


DAVID'S DVD EASTER EGGS:

Laurell's cane is propped up on the armrests between panel one and two, and falls on the floor again between panels three and four. Honest.
(Continuity errors are a lot easier to explain in sequential art than in moving pictures. Thanks, panel borders!)