February 23rd, 2005 -- A Plague of 80s
Because I have houseguests right now, we've been in a sort of media blackout since Friday (by which I mean, we've been watching old Turkish films and Drew Carey re-runs instead of CNN). Thus it was only yesterday morning that I discovered Hunter S. Thompson had committed suicide. Like any guy whose resemblance to Spider Jerusalem increases day by day, I was a fan of Thompson, though I wouldn't consider him a role model, and while his death is a disappointment, I can't call it a surprise. As far as I know, Thompson, like monologist Spalding Grey, left no note-- but also like Grey, his entire body of work could be considered one long note. Too weird to live, to unique to die.
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October 28th, 2010
What have I been doing this entire time? I'll tell you: raising a daughter, and learning to draw Celtic knots. That's right.
December 14th, 2009
Okay, strip's up. Little later than I'd like, but what the hey. Wednesday should be back to normal (even though it's gonna be... diff'rent).
December 14th, 2009
There is a strip coming for today... but later. I let the weekend get away with me (had to take the bantling to meet Sinter Klas for the first time), and my telecommuting job is demanding my Monday morning. Fortunately, I'm on a 5 hour time difference from the States, so most of you won't even notice the strip's tardiness. (But the Gopher will notice. Ever watching, ever judging...)
