In particular, I would like to share these panels, written in 1997, showing what morning-commute radio was to be like in San Francisco in the far-future year of 2012:
- Nanobots, comma, plague of;
- People know who Terence McKenna is, comma, take seriously;
- Schwa face;
- Mayan apocalypse;
- Motorcycle HUD pr0n;
- Max Headroom broadcast hackers, comma, terrorist;
No Future, indeed.
On the other hand: drag queens, clowns. Ok, fair. There's really quite a lot of that sort of thing in my life, here in The Future.
And finally, we'll just file this under "Wow, do I know that feel":