I am writing directly to my computer screen, and you are reading it slightly-to-much later, in part thanks to Samuel F. B. Morse, inventor of Morse Code and pioneer of telegraphy. The dot-dash conversion of alphanumerics precursed, and presaged, the zero-one reduction of information used in original machine language, and upon which all computer/systems now depend.

Doing the above page, I wrote the acrostic first. The “Mama” of the acrostic made me think of the Motherboard, so I found a suitable photo source and started to draw one, quickly finding out that it would take me far longer to render an acceptable Motherboard than I had time (every page has a Midnight deadline) or inclination (prefer nudes, portraits, and comic-strip continuity drawing to circuitry illustration). So I faked up some of the Motherboard and calligraphed the label in a homey and quite large font for coverup. I then went whimsical and thought “Mothraboard” and “Bad-A** Mutha, Bored” would be good completative compositional elements. It also tickled me to double my Samuels with the Pulp Fiction incarnation of Samuel L. Jackson.

Lastly: when it comes to Data, we are ALL Babymamas. What you are reading is data I’ve labored to give birth to. Remember me on Mother’s Day! 🙂