As was promised in last week’s issue: 1 ant, a lovely lady who stayed for dinner. If you’re looking for an exterior architect, call this ant.

I’ve been feeling visually lately. I guess you could say I’ve been doing a lot of seeing. This issue reflects. . . oh shit. . . I just looked up from my desk and saw through the window that my Toyota Echo is getting towed. . . goddamnit, I knew that was too close to the hydrant. This kinda nonsense keeps getting pulled on me. The other day I bent over to tie my shoe, and as soon as I finished a man running a marathon in a tuxedo undid the other lace. Has that ever happened to any of you? Could that have been a Lunesta side effect? Do I have egg on my face? Should I move back in with my parents? Thank you for asking – I’ve been living on my own ever since my 33rd birthday. The food is worse and way more expensive, but I find the individuality helps my creativity, sort of like a starting point to reset my – shit, the car. I almost forgot. I have to go beg that Triple A behemoth for forgiveness. Real quick – visuals dominant issue featuring our visual pros Marvin and Filma, a visit from Oklahoma natives Gunkus Treehorne and Brad Pitt, Andy Quicksand takes time off, A certain Traveling Salesman takes time on, conspiracy candy, self-destructive stoplight, and Mike turns 50something. Happy Birthday, Mike. OK! Gotta go! WAAAAAAIIIIIIT!!!!

– Ed.