That alt text is another little Flo tic I love. I barely remember the Cinnamon Toast Crunch ads, although there is a basketball-themed Cheerios ad that lives rent-free in my head and probably will to the day I die (“The […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This was the chapter, more than any other, where I came closest to leaving Guilded Age. I don’t think much of that behind-the-scenes drama is reflected in the work, except in the sense that Flo’s and my contributions here are not […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Brother Tom was at risk of channeling a bit too much Palpatine (“Everything is proceeding as I have foreseeeeen”) without the wrinkle of this mysterious nobody. It’s been a long time since he’s had to deal with not knowing something […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The conclusion of the Plattsburgh saga… Having come this far, I went to the local comic-book store in the hope that they had one of the sixty copies from our first shipment that had already made it through. No, they […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The most horrible thing Brother Tom can do to you and me, personally, is to make us realize we might actually agree with him about something. Mission accomplished? Even he has standards, anyway. You might challenge his comments here because of how […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
