It's this afternoon. I've eaten pie, trained a guy and, just when I thought I'd be consigned to check signing and filing reports all afternoon -- poetry! Poetry in the Slog's virtual pages. Once again, or perhaps for the first time, you have saved me.
I had the exact same thing happen to me. Minus the Jackie Hells and the pedicab and the dodecahedrons. But the baby Zeus was there and so was the honey.
I liked this a lot better than those dismally unfunny Sunday comics of late. Pot cookies just make me cry, so I can't relate to the moose part on a personal level, but I enjoyed this very much.
Not really sure, but it sounded a little dangerous?