Printers = Villainous Types

At work today, I needed to print out a little sign I'd made explaining to people how to use the new battery chargers. (I put Astro Boy's happy face next to the "yes" diagram, and Astro Boy's blank dead-batteries face next to the "no" diagram. I always encourage the anthropomorphication of technology, and thus also the violence that necessarily accompanies it.) They've been moving all the computers with the graphic design software around and turning their cables into Dadaism, so I couldn't get at anything that could print right.

I ended up needing to go into a couple different locked offices, so for about twenty minutes I was running around with both of the supervisors' key rings. I'm convinced that there's going to be a corpse found in a locked room tomorrow morning.

(Drogo is a crotchety capybara.)

The sender name on my latest spam is "Drogo Hills."

Now I'm going to have to start a syndicated comic strip about politically-minded anthropomorphic animals just so I can call it that.