This was drawn during one of the recent snow storms, so it might be a better read if you imagine snowflakes outside your window.

Hey, I like to keep a notebook on me because I’m filled with fleeting thoughts, and it’s so frustrating when things I want to remember just fleet away, back into the dark corners of the cosmos. But this strip’s idea I remembered days later, because I thought of it on the train, and told it to an out-of-town friend when I met up with him. He replied with a blank stare and a confused look. So, if I wanted to retrieve this thought that was on the tip of my tongue, all I had to do was pull up his expression, and ask, “why am I seeing this weird face?” 

I’m really not good at putting names with faces, but it turns out that I’m good at putting faces with heinous ideas. 

It turns out I’ve been making the same sort of jokes I did when I was a small teenager.