We weren’t entirely certain how long Semen “Week” could possibly last; we simply had two strips, two data points, which was enough to draw a line. But it’s not like we’re philosophically dedicated to the fluid. Plus, I have someone in my employ who is obligated to create literally any logo I tell him to. Like this one, let’s say.
It’s hard to resist using such a power for evil, very hard, which is why I don’t ever resist it.
I am notorious primarily for my association with Mike Krahulik, as opposed to anything I ever did; I befriended someone interesting almost twenty years ago which ultimately resulted in my making .jpegs for a living. I’d like to say I know why I did that, took that initial step, but I don’t. I’d like to say that I sensed some complimentary shape in his mind, a fact which has certainly been borne out. Perhaps I recognized not an equal, but an opposite: someone with whom I could, in aggregation, amount to a single useful being. Either of those would be nice, but they’ve got that retcon tang. What I understood at some level was that if I had the choice of being his friend or his enemy, I should choose the former. He is like a Goddamned animal in many ways and is not to be fucked with. Especially if you’re in the wrong, but even if you think you’re right.
Even if you are right.
I’m telling you this because I’m perpetually right and I still can’t win with this fucker. I am the monk, and he is the scorpion. I like to tell it that way because it makes my laziness and banality seem like virtues.