I've got
nothing against cabbies. They work fourteen hours a day, six
days a week just to make ends meet – which has got to suck
especially hard when you were a thoracic surgeon back
home. The dispatchers piss me off a bit, though. I've been stranded
in front of major landmarks, simply because nobody thought it
necessary to stencil "301 Front Street West" on an
edifice that's
only impediment to visibility is the curvature of the earth.
Two last
things about this comic: Jamie's not wild about heights and
if you ever want to see him turn paler than me, take him up
to the observation deck to watch the teenagers jump up and down
on the glass floor (to his point, though, what exactly are they
trying to achieve?). Also, international readers might be amused
to know the title references a much-loved Canadian children's
show about a musical giant who kept a rooster nailed
to his wall.
We're putting
the debate on hold for the next two weeks, I'm afraid. Jamie
and I are going to be shooting in Florida (I know, I know –
it's a brutal and thankless job) and we won't have access to
our website. We also won't be able to respond to reader mail
until we return, though that has more to do with the fact that
I'll be too sunburned to type and Jamie will be too drunk.
Despite
all this, next week's comic is already done and should be up
on schedule.
-Graham
