Yesterday was Thanksgiving. I hope those of you who partook had a lovely time with friends and family. It was also my birthday, so I did jack squat diddly doop doop dah doo. That is, until this article in New York Magazine about the psychology of Black Friday crossed my desk*.  Then my pen flowed across the page** like a summer’s brook, and I went to bed at 4am.


That said, this comic and article may come way too late for many of you. If you’re reading this from a line outside Radioshack, it’s not too late! Ignore the feeling in your gut that you’re somehow invested in this false opportunity. Fly, you fools.


*By that I mean I received an email. These days the only thing that actually crosses my desk anymore are cats.

**More outdated anachronisms.