Surprise! Each and every day from now until Christmas, you get a new “advent calendar” treat in the form of these blessings from the Quacked Panes ducks to you.

Happy Holidays, friends.

I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.

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This is one of those cases where I really wish I had any “fallback” scripts left. I had the pun, and I was determined to make it work, long past the point of no return.

I didn’t actually make it work, of course, but we’re stuck with the results anyway…

Sometimes it’s hard to know when to let a joke go…

You know, if you think you’re surrounded by perverts who talk about suggestive things all the time… maybe they’re not the ones with the dirty mind. Food for thought!

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And yes, I now own two sonic screwdrivers. They’re both cheap surprisingly-costly plastic doodads that light up and make noise. I know. I couldn’t help myself.

Just don’t ask me to participate in any Eleven Versus Ten debates, okay?

(Because, seriously? Nine. C’mon.)

It was sort of a long way to go for a punchline which isn’t exactly guaranteed to cause the slapping of knees… but hey, you get a tiny bit of history and education along with your mild entertainment. What’s not to like?

Time was when I’d have tried to stretch this into a several-comic “arc.” I’ve learned better, thank goodness…

Meet DOT, the Duck Of Technology.

No, you haven’t seen the last of him.

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Look, don’t get on my case about the accuracy of that networking terminology DOT was spewing forth up there. I’m not a networking guy!

I don’t often reference the traditional role of the rubber duck in modern society, so when I do, I figure it should be a subversion of some sort. And here you are, courtesy of the car wash across the street from where I work.

Also? It was nice to do another outdoor shoot. I think I’ll do a bit more of this during the nicer months this year. Come to think on it, the comic’s anniversary isn’t that far off. Maybe something special will need doing. Hmmmm.

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Apparently, my birthday present to myself this year is to have done the comic five days in advance so I don’t have to worry about it. Mind you, at some point on my birthday I’ll have to worry about Thursday’s comic…

I bet you weren’t expecting those guys.

Nobody does.

These two aren’t necessarily Roger’s ideal audience: They don’t really react as well as a good, self-respecting punster would hope.

(What do you mean, “no such thing as a self-respecting punster”?!?)