I just love that there's a very fine line between poetry and immensely long organizational memos. It feels...true, somehow.
Upon the need for crossing signals at Fleebe Junction #6
Long did we wander down the lanes
Steeped in shade and breeze
To view the fabled corner
Where many a mangled mess appears
Many say in their deep revery
Stirred by love of peace
A sign upon this corner must
Keep the clanging clash away
Lights perhaps, and horns of brass
Flashing loud in bright array
Could halt the waste derived from haste
And bring back the balm at end of day
What would be cool is if the barcodes and dot codes on these pages actually had the text of the page encoded, or some other data, decodable by a smartphone app. There's free iPhone and Android apps to decode just about any type other than PDF-417 - and there's pay apps for that one. What's at the top looks like a bunch of QR Codes chopped up and stuck together. The one at the bottom, I'm tempted to print it out and run my 'declawed' USB Cue-Cat (remember those? the USB version was very hard to find) over it to see if there's any data in it.
"...Fillipods feel like Jell-O covered in microfiber. Entire body-pillow industries have sprung up on Earth, trying to recreate their unique, huggy feel."
Dave, how could you do this to us? You create a ravening need for a Fillipod body-pillow without making them available in your store? It must be mine!
... and I just love how 'nando has an inflatable fillipod toy in his room in this strip [drivecomic.com].
