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It was when I was inking this first part of The Cute Singularity that I realized that, if deep in your heart you wanted to, you could interpret Nobody Scores! as a very adventurous form of Battlestar Galactica fan fiction. Which is to say: they’re all frackin’ toasters! Sara and Jane and Beans and Raoul die and die and die and keep coming back but they remember everything and their repeated deaths fill them with… I don’t know, cream or something. Somewhere a resurrection ship siphons up their memories into new bodies to once again be propelled to ridiculous fates. Maybe this is the sort of entertainment Six and Sharon Valerii get their chuckles at on the basestar. I can definitely see Six getting a kick out of this strip. Yeah.
In any case I wanted to get that interpretation out there, so I can reel in some unsuspecting BSG-fan googlers and either repel them with my incoherent humor or incur the kind of hosting costs that will kill me instantly. After all, that is what webcomics are all about.
In other news, The Cute Singularity is gonna run three installments, not two. I gotta take care of some administrative hooha. Maybe even get working archives up on this site. Then I can take out a web ad, draw some visitors, and get murdered by hosting costs. Yaaay life is good.