Slopes and Sam

04-05-05 by Sam

As promised, there he is, in all his sloped glory, in the third cell.  Did you miss him?  I do.  Every day.

Today's strip is a true story.  I don't believe it needs any further clarification.  Except to say, this is the first of what I hope will be many appearances by the pink van.  This is Slopes' actual vehicle of choice.  Which means he can never get away with any kind of traffic infraction.  Which sucks.  But being a minority, he already gets targeted by the police, so he may as well make the most of it.

Unfortunately for you all, I'm still listening to With Teeth, which means I'm going to be One-Note Sam for a while.  Luckily, James has indicated to me that he might be willing to pour out his own thoughts, stream of consciousness style, for your titillation.   James has won awards for his wordsmithery.  Whereas I have to get my kicks out of making them up.

You'll also be pleased to know that Slopes himself has intimated a vague interest in perhaps stringing together a few sentences for your consumption, some time in the near to far future.  I guarantee that if he does, your excitement will be palpable.  You'll be able to feel the texture as you rub it between your fingers, gently at first, but then with increasing vigor and intensity...

You'll come away from the experience a little dizzy and weak at the knees, but you'll be wearing a stupefied grin for the rest of the day.  People will want to know what you've been up to, and you'll want to tell them.

But until such a time, you'll just have to deal with me telling you to go out and buy the new Nine Inch Nails album.  If I have to fucking tell you again, you won't like it.

Oh, and I've just changed our email from slopesandsam@yahoo.com to slopesandsam@gmail.com, because it just seemed like the smarter option.  The "Contact" links on all the pages should now reflect this.

-Sam