He also did not appear in a paycheck comic, more or less, as Mike the Parademon. That was Mike Chary. Confusing the two indicates how long it's been since I hung out on the newsgroups, and that I cannot tell that "Greg" and "Mike" are two different words.
Good thing I checked that. Either of those two could flame me into oblivion. Combined? It'd be ritual seppuku rather than face the battle.
For similar reasons, although I may not agree with everything he says, he's way smarter than me, so I shut the fuck up. You might want to keep this in mind if he turns on comments at some point.
And apropos of nothing (no, really, I just didn't feel like making two entries), we have Big Fun with Dayton-Hudson:
Thanks to Target, the nationwide department-store chain, students across the country may be heading back to school in hip-looking white supremacist regalia. The retail giant is selling shorts and baseball caps splashed with EIGHT EIGHT and 88 white-power code for Heil Hitler, because h is the eighth letter of the alphabet.
Know I read this somewhere. . . in Woody Allen's pre-stepdaughter-marriage-and-therefore-acceptable film Sleeper, folks in the 22nd century are walking around wearing Swastikas, because they have no clue what significance the symbol held in the distant past.
I had no idea 88 meant that today. Learn something new and stupid every day. . .