What started as a bit of a freak snow event has turned much more sleety and dangerous. The forecast was for less than an inch of snow, but our street is at 3+ inches now and tree branches are breaking everywhere as ice builds up. I doubt our power will last the night.

No need for alarm, we’re well-stocked in coffee and ink, as usual.

Tomorrows comic might be delayed. Codex is drawing frantically. I’m handling dinner, and have the generator prepped. If you see “Rust: Raised” go up at the usual time, you should assume everything went well.

If not… well, don’t send the Donner Party our way. We’ll have enough to contend with!

–> Codex & Q

Hey all. Codex here.

Today’s post is a bit of a pickled watermelon. Quizzer thought he was immune to The Crud, which invaded the household this week. Since my back log of extra strips is shot, he said: “Don’t worry, Codex! I’ve got you covered.”

Hahahahahaha. Nobody escapes the Cycle of Snot. He did miss the exciting secondary infection Glyph succumbed to, though.

Today he came staggering downstairs, grabbed the bottle of Nyquil and took a couple of shots.

“Sickness, fatigue, nose honey, hubris, stupidity, skull-n-bones, and the imminent destruction of Seattle!” he spluttered. Then he went into a coughing fit and collapsed onto the couch. Before passing out into a haze of mucous and over-the-counter syrupy nostrums he muttered, “”The Economist 2015 is the key.” Continue reading →