I don't know if you caught the new Transformers: Armada program on Cartoon Network, but maybe we can save you some time. The new show isn't really connected with the earlier series, though it does concern large robots that transform into other things, which I will admit does unite them thematically. The primary addition is "Mini-cons," which are - for all intents and purposes - Pokemon. If I told you that the primary conceit of Transformers: Armada was to see who could catch the most robots, would you believe me? Add some plucky, google-eyed anime kids to the mix, and there's your show: Young, Ersatz Mexicans with Canadian Accents ride Transformer Skateboards and have fun with their Autobot Pals. How art the mighty fallen.

One guy just hit another guy with a pot of boiling coffee! These aren't common Goddamn thugs, they're artists!

The real misery of the situation is that it's too late to do anything about it.

A few people have been kind enough to put up some of their pictures from the Necrowombicon 2002. If you couldn’t make it or you did make it but you can’t remember it because you were hammered out of your gourd, you may want to take a gander at these or even these.

Both at Saturday's LAN party and online, people seem to know how to exit a plane in Battlefield 1942 just fine - however, the parachute phase seems to give them a bit of trouble. As much fun as it is to sing "It's Raining Men," we thought it time for a public service announcement on the topic.

Sean Rogers Extraordinaire wrote in to say Amazon has the best price on Moonbase Commander, if you're interested. Sixteen bucks? Yow!

The official rapper of Penny Arcade - indeed, our rapper laureate - has completed our theme song. It is delicious to the ear. Just clicking on it doesn't seem to work, but "Save As" seems to be just fine. In his mail announcing it, he gave me a link that illuminated the chorus - but alas, I was already lighted sufficiently. C-64 for life.

We got to the Necrowombicon just fine, no thanks to Yahoo Maps - which happens to be the topic of today's strip. Our directions didn't even go to the hotel. They went underwater.

Enterprising hackers have secured us a wireless internet connection for the LAN here. We do appreciate their efforts.

Before we have a full-on page that is good for mobile devices, we do have a very old one done by our friend Sam.

Necrowombicon 2 guy Fatrick sends along the following info regarding this weekend's festivities:

I would like to welcome everyone to Fuck Day!

You know, the con guy! With the thing! He has been found!

The Matt (other, lesser Matts - beware) sends in this review of Danger's Hiptop. I, um... Yeah. I guess that's it.

Except for (perhaps) Jesus Christ, no birthday in history is accompanied by as much fanfare as Gabe's. He's incorrigible. It's fucking August, and already I can't wait for his special day to come and go, mostly go. We haven't decided whether this strip will inspire an ill-advised foray into treacherous Continuity, but I thought it proper to warn you in advance.

So, Oz is essentially a soap opera about domination, for men. It's great!