Issue 159, for the week of
Toast Note: Failing to produce a real Space Toast Page tonight, I got playing with junk mail a little after midnight (it’s now close to 3AM). The medium represents an inexhaustible resource, and I’ve been endeavoring to come up with uses for it lately. The following pieces are assembled out of what junk mail I’ve accumulated since the blinds project. (More on that later.)
The Marboxian. It had to be done.
Finally, Berkley Breathed’s Opus, who in my world needs neither introduction nor invitation.