When the writer is so good that the funny isn't enough

Questionable Content's writing (art, too, but that's not what this is about) is very brilliant. Jacques is very good at giving us enough story in a strip while keeping the funny in there, that I dread the day when he misses his next update. This is not all good, because this way, he has spoiled us horridly, so much so, in fact, that I felt strangely unsatisfied by today's installment. Look at it, it's fucking hilarious (LOOK AT IT!), but it does nothing to advance the story, and at this point in the story, I wouldn't care if Pintsize made me barf out a lung from laughing; I want to know whether Marten bangs the OCD chick. And if he doesn't, what Faye's reaction will be when she finds out where he spent the night and of course she'll think and Dora's brother and Raven and ZOMG GOBBLE GOBBLE
DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T GIVE US STORY, JACQUES? ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?

Stand by, we are experiencing technical difficulties

I am terribly behind on the "Crack from Blackdog" thing I promised I would be doing, and yesterday I bricked my laptop that had the draft for the next installment sitting on it. Curses! Why did I not use Blogger's Draft feature, you ask? Why, because I wanted to be able to work on the entry should I be somewhere without connection. Didn't that work well? To atone for my sins, I give you the Ultimate Awesome (via Websnark)

We are gathered here today...

I am sad today because Richard Pryor is dead. More than once, his programs nearly cost me my life because I was laughing my head off when I should have been paying attention to traffic; he was not just funny, but thought-provoking and instructional. Here's to the funniest motherfucker ever lived. (via warrenellis.com)

When I'm grown up, I wanna be an American Corporate Fuck

This is a brilliant article by Doc Searls (via Boing Boing) detailing how the American Telco giants (and others) are going to fuck us over; the details are fairly complicated, and I don't think I completely understand it yet (he argues that the Intarweb should be treated as a place, and the carriers are going to kill it by treating it as a transport system), but it reminded me of two things that drive me up the wall.
First, the web is my playground, and that swedish dude's playground, and that african dude's over there (obviously not that Chinese dude's), and if someone wants to fuck with it, we can't do a fucking thing about it, because, hey, the web is fucking American! What are we gonna do? Write to our fucking Congressman? Woops, guess what, Germany just narrowly missed the cut to get into Congress last election, better luck next time. Best we can do is bitch and moan about it in our fucking blogs. Yeah, we're pretty much fucked.
Second, why are decisions in the "digital realm" (I'm using this term as ironically as possible, here) always made by people who have no clue? It's usually some bosses who think that this Internet is just a newfangled thingamajig that sounds vaguely dangerous, or legislators who really aren't any better. I never hear of any law being passed that sounds like the people who passed it knew what they were doing. Instead, it's always "regulate", "restrict", "danger", "think of the children" and "terrorists". I never hear "embrace", "free flow of information" or "digital freedom" (Of course not. You don't get to be a big fat corporate/legislator fuck by being a fucking hippie). Motherfuckers.

Blog, know thyself

I think it's pretty funny that Blogger's spellchecker doesn't know "blog".