Ok. Now everyone hates the DMV. And if you don’t, then your mode of transporation is a bike or a good pair of shoes. Every Feburary is that wonderful month for me to get my car examined, checked, fixed, and then restickered for another fun year of legalized transportation.
Recently, in between my latest Battlestar Galactithon and house internet breakdown, I was approached by the irascible Raptor to contribute here whenever I have the odd word(s) to spare. Seeing as I’ve now joined him in the fast-paced yet dead-sexy world of webcomicery, I felt obliged to….oblige.
Only hitch might be that, although I can make [...]
