No, Really, Komodo Dragons Have Shat Poison Eggs In My Chest

Hideous flu relapse last night. Weak as a shit kitten today. But! Let me see what's going on, while I make trips from and to my bed where I lay like a 19th Century TB patient:

I really have no idea why Suzanne has an antique armband duct-taped to her chest. I presume the creation of her forthcoming London store Art Nerd has smashed her already-damaged brain entirely to flinders.

Oh, hey, a new short story by Rudy Rucker and Bruce Sterling, featuring the line "Is it real unicorn bacon?"

Also I have discovered this. Which is a large image explaining the webcomic Monster Commute.