Ah, that subtle distinction between three and four.

It's time to admit you have a problem. 235 comics in 3 and a half months. I know the feeling: your dreams are animations of Maura, Russ, wiguhooker, and Tom Cruise; you've twice tried to delete unwanted characters in your life; while you're not completely convinced Ted Kennedy exists, you're relatively certain that Satan does, and that he owns a rocket, a tv, a pc, a mike(and stand), a phone, and a pair of Scandinavian fighting midgets.

Take your stiff cramped fingers away from the keyboard and smell the fresh air outside. Yes, there is an outside. Do it. Do it now.

We're here for you.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

I went outside today...

It's oddly sunny here, so I went out in the back yard and read a book for an hour. My dog was keeping me company, but I get the feeling he was only there for the corn chips...

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Ah, that subtle distinction between three and four.

It's time to admit you have a problem. 235 comics in 3 and a half months. I know the feeling: your dreams are animations of Maura, Russ, wiguhooker, and Tom Cruise; you've twice tried to delete unwanted characters in your life; while you're not completely convinced Ted Kennedy exists, you're relatively certain that Satan does, and that he owns a rocket, a tv, a pc, a mike(and stand), a phone, and a pair of Scandinavian fighting midgets.

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At least I'm not so anal as to look over someone else's stats and figure out that since his first comic, he's been whipping out a new strip on the average of once every 15 hours, 16 minutes, and 46.21 seconds.

Okay, so that's not entirely true. But it's only because you goaded me into it!

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ken.kaufman@gmail.com

Hey, man, if you're not gonna write out a function C(t) for it, I'd thank you not to tease.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

Hey, man, if you're not gonna write out a function C(t) for it, I'd thank you not to tease.

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Yeah, right, like I'm really going to do your homework for you.

[list=1][*]C = ComicCount(Person)
[*]D = DaysBetween(FirstComic(Person), Today)
[*]Rate = D / (C - 1)
[*]Days = int(Rate)
[*]Rate = (Rate - Days) * 24
[*]Hours = int(Rate)
[*]Rate = (Rate - Hours) * 60
[*]Minutes = int(Rate)
[*]Seconds = (Rate - Minutes) * 60
[/list=1]Ok?

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ken.kaufman@gmail.com

(C-1)? (C-1)?! What, were you raised in a barn?

P.S. Marry me.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

(D+1)/C = D/(C-1)= D(true time)/C

I've chosen to only speak in equations from now on.

Lim (Gabe) = Knock Knock, Who's There, Mickey Mouse's Underwear.
(wirthling jokes --> 0)

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

You know, there is a 'ObiJo is a Colossal Geek Thread' that could be used for this.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

This is like porn to me.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

Ok, you and I both know that it's (C - Epsilon), where 0 <= Epsilon <= 1 and as long as it fits into that interval, Epsilon is the ratio of the amount of time since your last comic posting to the average period between posts (assuming a uniform, rather than Poisson distribution for simplicity's sake), but I watered it down for the masses.

(I have a colossal geek thread somewhere in there too.)

I'd have to move to Utah. And I'm not ready for that right now.

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ken.kaufman@gmail.com

I like shiny things.

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

Hell, I'm impressed. I was just gonna do F(t) = (dC/dD)t, using D as a true time. In fact it took me a couple of minutes to realize your int meant integer and not integral since I've been conditioned so strongly to treat everything with calculus.

Don't believe me. (D+1)/C = D(true time)/C, but not = D/(C-1). I was expecting to get flogged for this since I made the cardinal sin of say (D+1)/C = (D+1-1)/(C-1), which is, of course, a bunch of cack.

Let Chris the Contaminated Fish solve all your Poisson needs. http://www.anesi.com/poisson.htm

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

ObiJo + Kaufman = Yawn

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.