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> "i've not even heard that one, who says it"

> Rouge Trooper.

To be precise, it was Friday (ie Rogue Trooper mark II).

[This post sponsored by The Joy of Pedantry]

> we should send probes,robots

Two problems:

- it's less fun if you send robots.
- robots are inherently stupid (until we create a positronic brain).

> And watch the readership fall slowly through the floor ...

Why would that classic logo (still my favourite) cause people to fall slowly through floors?

I enjoyed this immensely when I first read it at Moniaive - and it looks groovy in colour as well.

I may have said this before, but I think the idea of Dreddheads has legs, and could easily make it as a series.  

Perhaps single page episodes in the Meg or 2K?  

It's irreverancy, nostalgia and inventiveness needn't end with a single showing.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/3039102.stm" target="_blank">Giant Blob!

"Now open you mind to me, Quaid.  Please.  Open your mind ... openyourmind ... openyourmind ... openyourmind."

Yes, I can.

Is that a broiled horse cock?

Trout - you should know better than to mention tactical thermonuclear warfare when Tweak is around!

Everyone - take your doors off their hinges and form a nuclear-proof shelter in your hallway.  Yeah, that'll work.

[passes Lobster Doug the chill pills]

Let's all, like, love each other and, y'know, stuff.

Okay, this was years ago, but it was the last time I actually genuinly wanted to punch someone in the face:

I got on a bus in Glasgow and the boy who was in charge of loading luggage was having a fly smoke around the back of the bus.  I put my own case in the luggage compartment.

When I got to my destination, I went to collect my case and it wasn't there.  I quizzed the driver, who said "did you load it yourself?"  Of course I had, and he explained that passengers weren't allowed to load their own luggage.  I explained why I had.

This went on for some time, until the inspector happened along to find out what the hold up was.

At that point, the driver went to a secret compartment at the front of the bus and hey presto, produced my luggage, which he'd hidden on me to teach me a lesson.

Oooh, but I really wanted to punch him in his jobsworthy, useless, miserable, mini-Hitler, buttfuck of a face.

Oi, Doggy Carrots:  enough of this banter - aren't you busy creating a logo of utter genius for my competition?

Has the web-site time always been an hour out or did this happen recently?

[image of Trout sneaking strychnine into his dads coffee in small doses]

re. The Bogie Man

When the concept of The Bogie Man, plus a couple of scenes, was described to an audience of middle-aged non-comic readers at Moniaive, there was much mirth amongst the crowd.

The trouble is, do any of them read the Megazine?  The Squaxx I could see nearby just sat in stony silence.