I was born in 1943, my eyes aren't as clear as they could be any more, and it costs no more to send you web pages with big font size settings than little ones, so these pages are set in Kent-friendly type sizes to make catching my errors easy for me. There will still be lots anyway, my fingers tend to forget to type hard enough for the endings of words to reach the text files.
The single best way to read the comic is to start at the archive page, since it is extremely unlikely I'm going to invest a bunch of effort in some splendid front page for this web comic, only to find out just how hard it really is to make a "current comic" page work. If there are ever going to be ads, they'll be on the archive page.
[In the end, already still in early testing of this comic's workability, faced with updating every HTML page every time I added a new comic, I just nerfed all the navigation buttons except the one to the archive. Now the comics work one by one on a "post and forget" basis, with each comic independent of the existence of all the rest of the comics, and life for me is again good.]
Updates are on an "as convenient to me" basis, which both means that there are going to be days when I post several, and also means that there are going to be weeks when I don't post any. Oh, well, trying to live with schedule pressure when uninspired leads to web comic creator burnout faster than you can tell the stories or count the newly missing. There are at least 20,000 web comics out there, I keep bookmarks to over 1200 myself. Nobody should have to depend for their morning screen of cheer on any one web comics creator, so I'm not going to feel guilty a bit about fallow spells I might experience.
The web comic title is a joke, used to make sure I wasn't stealing one from someone else's web comic. As far as I know, there is no such place. Those were just two well known geographic names near where I grew up in Minnesota.
"Minnetonka Mills" is a community near the one containing Minnetonka High School, where I graduated. "Minnehaha" is the name of a creek flowing out of Lake Minnetonka, one where my mother's ashes were dumped at her request, since it bordered the back yard of her childhood home in Minneapolis. Less personally, it is the name of the American Indian maiden in Longfellow's "The Song of Hiawatha", of which I read a bit from a doeskin-bound copy my grandparents had.
The "bare dirt" look of the comic page backgrounds (thanks to Helen Trianta Fillou who published that pattern/texture) is to represent the reality of that unbuilt intersection, to remind us all that the road ahead may well not have been constructed yet, so sloughing off in life, where you are still able to contribute to the well-being of humankind instead somehow, isn't a wise choice.
The author can't draw presentable pictures to save his life, so this comic isn't a bunch of cute drawings of relatable, merchandisable characters.
Oops! Bad (rich web comic artist for life) planning there, Kent.
The author spends far too much time making computer screen wallpapers for his 1280x800 laptop, a new "widescreen" format when I got it, and lacking a rich choice of public "that size" wallpapers. Since most of the wallpapers I make are made out of stuff I grabbed off the Web, and so violate someone's intellectual property rights beyond repair, they can't be distributed at all. Another 40% of them, though, are both quite presentable, and quite original with this author.
The file sizes, to see these wallpapers in the original quality, are huge, however, so distributing those whole to readers isn't quite possible either.
What is possible is grabbing some detail out of some one wallpaper or other, decorating it with a few pithy words, and distributing that. That's pretty much all you're going to get here, in a very fixed format, four cells per comic, with the intention that each cell contain a detail of a different wallpaper [or similar homebrew abstract image, I have hundreds].
There are lots and lots of "talking heads" web comics, with the same faces in the same postures for panel after panel. This is a web comic like that, where all the real inventiveness is in the words, except without the drawings of the heads, and with a bit more visual variety. Or, as my friend, famous Science Fiction Doctor-Who-niche author Kate, the first to come back with a review of the web comic test site expressed it: "MY EYES".
This comic is created by Kent Paul Dolan, who is solely responsible for its content. An email link is at the bottom of this page. With up to 600 spams a day arriving in that email box, consistently for half a decade or more, probably using a non-generic subject line in any email you send to me would help keep your letter from getting tossed with the rest of the clutter. Starting your subject with "[AtCoMMaM]", brackets and all, would be ideal, if you can spell that correctly.
The author has been calling himself a "curmudgeon" since 1976, and a "geezer" since 1985. That constitutes what any reasonable person would accept as "fair warning". Human interaction skills are not a specialty here, nor is a bright and sunny outlook. This comic varies in tone from dark grey to black. Cope.
The author once looked like this, but that was in the year 2000. The hair varies in length but only grows whiter, gravity and age are winning the "wrinkles and wattle" game, beards come and go.
I'm in a permanent heterosexual relationship, it's none of your business, don't ask.
More than you ever wanted to know about the author can be found here, here, here, even here, and especially here. "Shy" and "humble" aren't languages spoken here much either. Despite that the last two of those links are about job hunting, the job had better come to find me, I'm not out looking hard to un-retire.
Don't expect every link you encounter exploring from that start to work correctly. I have hundreds of web pages, and I've slowed down immensely since I created all of them, so they don't get maintained much.
If you have more stuff you'd like to see subjected to my nattering here, ask. I'm not a reasonable person, but I play one on the 'Net. Things you will never see here are a web log [that's what Usenet is for, read some of my tens of thousands of News articles posted there since 1985], or a reader comments page [put comments you want me (and the world) to see here instead], or a fan art page [when I can't even draw, myself, who needs the competition?], or a links page. (Oops!) [I have rather a lot more of those than the world really needs, already.]