This is one of those comics that we struggled with all week, smashing up free-floating concepts we’d had on our list of ideas like, “Space Monkeys at the barbershop” and “New Year’s resolutions.” I won’t say it’s our finest hour exactly, but that barber guy is pretty fly, says I.

We are hurtling, rocket-like, toward our 50th comic. I remember when it took several weeks to do a single strip. Now, it just involves me type-doodling some notes over Instant Messenger and PJ ruining his sleep cycle twice a week.

I’ll be out of town (out of two towns, in fact, Austin and New Braunfels) the rest of the week, so I’ll say it now — have a great New Year’s Eve. Easy on the hooch and come back for more comics in the ’05.