Everyone is not fine
Marvin, 6/3/24
The very first "real job" I ever had, after I quit grad school, way back in the long past and yet futuristic sounding year of 1999, was as a copy editor for a series of tech-focused websites, none of which exist any longer. This happened more or less accidentally -- the recruiter at the agency I was temping for at the time mentioned that one of the sites this company put out was called "Lie-nux World," and one my grad school buddies had been a Linux nerd so I knew enough to correct her pronunciation, and her eyes lit up -- and that was the launching point for the non-comedy-writing aspects of my subsequent career, which, to be straight with you all, represent a significant majority of my lifetime earnings to date. Anyway, though I haven't formally held the "copy editor" title in years, I still identify very strongly with the role, as working in it got me up to speed with tech publishing and editorial processes in general. That's why I can say without hesitation or exaggeration that, thanks to the publication of this Marvin strip where we learn what Marvin's terrible father does for a living, this is worst day of my entire life.
Hi and Lois, 6/3/24