Around my new office we, due to some ordering mishap, have a metric butt-ton of sink plungers. I wish this was the case when the above events happened, but luckily (or not) I was able to use two standard poo-plungers (gag).
I'm moving right now, and let me tell you, it is the worst thing ever. I have stress pouring from my every orifice, as if you could see it. Animals can smell it, I think; the cat I will soon be ex-roommates with has been extra nice to me, even though she's usually an asshole.
While I've been trying to get a pretty steady Tuesday/Thursday comic schedule established, I may or may not have a new comic up on Thursday. It all kind of depends on the state of my new apartment, namely if I've unpacked enough to draw with. Wish me luck, I'll need it.