You can tell 'cos the crossbar's really low!

It seems I'm following the Roman Dirge method here -- I was writing, but now judge shows are on, and their pull is very hard to resist. And these last few pages of the story are kicking my ass.. It's taking longer to write the last three pages than it did to write the first five. There's no dialogue on these pages, and it means that I have to think very visually.

Shopping: Regency lines are in fashion now -- empire waists, low necklines, short sweaters and jackets. Sequined and beaded flats that resemble I-Dream-of-Jeannie slippers. It's all very Jane Austen meets disco. Though I do like those flats. Slogans on T-shirts stress that the wearer is the most important/sexy thing in the whole world. But, I am geared for four days in Tucson, where the weather is nearing 100. There's a gypsy goth thing going on, full skirt black skirt with silver pinstripes.

I think it's time for Strawberry Pancakes.

On the last panel!

Oh, and -- This just in: God hates Boy Scouts.

All right, so I'm being flippant and insensitive, and you have to expect that people who spend a lot of time outdoors will run into outdoors-related mishaps more often than non-outdoorsy people. But... jeez.

EDITED to add --
Look, I'm not the only one who thinks this. And this guy thought it first and in the exact same words. Damn, I'm so lame. At The Advocate: Holy merit badge!